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The path runs straight between the flowering rows, / A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, / Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room / With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose. / 'T is reckless prodigality which throws / Into the night these wafts of rich perfume / Which sweep across the garden like a plume.
Over the trees a single bright star glows.
Dear garden of my childhood, here my years / Have run away like little grains of sand; / The moments of my life, its hopes and fears / Have all found utterance here, where now I stand; / My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears, / You are my home, do you not understand?