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My heart is a garden of dreams / Where you walk when day is done, / Fair as the royal flowers, / Calm as the lingering sun.
Never a drouth comes there, / Nor any frost that mars, / Only the wind of love / Under the early stars, --
The living breath that moves / Whispering to and fro, / Like the voice of God in the dusk / Of the garden long ago.