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A little garden on a bleak hillside / Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow / Lies far into the spring. The sun's pale glow / Is scarcely able to melt patches wide / About the single rose bush. All denied / Of nature's tender ministries. But no, -- / For wonder-working faith has made it blow / With flowers many hued and starry-eyed.
Here sleeps the sun long, idle summer hours; / Here butterflies and bees fare far to rove / Amid the crumpled leaves of poppy flowers; / Here four o'clocks, to the passionate night above / Fling whiffs of perfume, like pale incense showers.
A little garden, loved with a great love!