A Moonlight Garden 
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Come ! — let us gladden their sad eyes 
With all the kindlier colors of the field. 
So dame and damsel glitter’d at the feast 
Variously gay. . . . 
So dame and damsel cast the simple white. 
And glowing in all colors, the live grass. 
Rose-campion, King-cup, Bluebell, Poppy, glanced 
About the revels.” 
Foxgloves in Lower Garden at Indian Hill. 
In the garden borders is a commonplace little 
plant, gray of foliage, with small, drooping, closed 
flowers of an indifferently dull tint, you would almost 
wonder at its presence among its gay garden fellows. 
Let us glance at it in the twilight, for it seems like 
the twilight, a soft, shaded gray ; but the flowers have 
already lifted their heads and opened their petals, 
and they now seem like the twilight clouds of palest 
