Garden Airs and Graces 



it keep its mystery without the opium poppies 

 that hold strange dreams close-curtained in their 

 folds. My friend, in short, has caught the spirit 

 of my garden and does not see its failvu-es for 

 the quickness of its charm. 



To such a one I offer all my boimty and care 

 not how lavishly she helps herself. At the same 

 time I am not surprised by her last act of 

 courtesy, which is refusal. To sheer off bloom, 

 would be to spoil her vision of my garden. In 

 the autumn she will hope for a remembrance. 

 Her present compliment she pays by making out 

 for reference a list of all the seeds and roots 

 which she desires. 



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