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THE HEART OF A GARDEN 
the blackbird will not break silence until March; he 
appears with the crocuses. The low sun makes the 
colour; and to-day the colour is gold andYed and tawny 
yellow. The shadows are out on the lawns, very faint, 
very long, very quiet, and misty: 
<c Golden, all golden. In a golden glory, 
Long lapsing down a golden-coasted sky, 
The day not dies but seems 
Dispersed in wafts and drifts of gold, and shed 
Upon a past of golden song and story 
And memories of gold and golden dreams.” 
