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For W. P.
The little park was filled with peace, / The walks were carpeted with snow, / But every iron gate was locked. / Lest if we entered, peace would go.
We circled it a dozen times, / The wind was blowing from the sea, / I only felt your restless eyes / Whose love was like a cloak for me.
Oh heavy gates that fate has locked / To bar the joy we may not win, / Peace would go out forevermore / If we should dare to enter in.