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In an old world garden dreaming, / Where the flowers had human names, / Methought, in fantastic seeming, / They disported as squires and dames.
Of old in Rosamond's Bower, / With it's peacock hedges of yew, / One could never find the flower / Unless one was given the clue; / So take the key of the wicket, / Who would follow my fancy free, / By formal knot and clipt thicket, / And smooth greensward so fair to see