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/ I. What words of mine can tell the spell / Of garden ways I know so well? -- / The path that takes me in the spring / Past quince-trees where the bluebirds sing, / And peonies are blossoming, / Unto a porch, wistaria-hung, / Around whose steps May-lilies blow, / A fair girl reaches down among, / Her arm more white than their sweet snow.
/ II. What words of mine can tell the spell / Of garden ways I know so well? -- / Another path that leads me, when / The summer time is here again, / Past hollyhocks that shame the west / When the red sun has sunk to rest; / To roses bowering a nest, / A lattice, 'neath which mignonette / And deep geraniums surge and sough, / Where, in the twilight, starless yet, / A fair girl's eyes are stars enough.