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My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, / Into thy garden; thine be happy hours / Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers, / From root to crowning petal, thine alone.
Thine is the place from where the seeds are sown / Up to the sky enclosed, with all its showers. / But ah, the birds, the birds! Who shall build bowers / To keep these thine? O friend, the birds have flown.
For as these come and go, and quit our pine / To follow the sweet season, or, new-comers, / Sing one song only from our alder-trees.
My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine, / Flit to the silent world and other summers, / With wings that dip beyond the silver seas.