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Do you respect the heavy-lidded flowers / That nod so drowsily upon their bed? / Can you endure the slow-stepped, dreamy hours / That fall, indifferent, to gold and red?
Have you the key that opens to green arches / Where trees repeat their prayers in monotone? / Then take my hand down life's mysterious marches, / And let us walk in silence and alone.