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OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green, / Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air, / There, where you fled and I followed -- you ever unseen, / Yet each glad pulse of me cried to my heart, "She is there!"
Roses and lilies and lilies and roses again, / Tangle of leaves and white magic of blossoming trees, / Sunlight that lay where, last moment, your footstep had lain -- / Was not the garden enchanted that proffered me these?
Ah, what a garden it is since I caught you at last -- / Scattered the magic and shattered the spell with a kiss: / Wintry and dreary and cold with the wind of the past, / Ah that a garden enchanted should wither to this!