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I know a garden where the lilies gleam, / And one who lingers in the sunshine there; / She is than white-stoled lily far more fair, / And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream.
I know a garret, cold and dark and drear, / And one who toils and toils with tireless pen, / Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary -- then / He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer.
And ah, it's strange, for desolate and dim / Between these two there rolls an ocean wide; / Yet he is in the garden by her side, / And she is in the garret there with him.