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Here in this garden where the roses bloom, / And time is scarcely marked by silent days, / The walls and pear trees cast a pleasant gloom, / A wavy, weed-grown fountain softly plays.
And fate has left us listless for a while / Upon the brink of what we do not know; / Outside the walls a passing schoolboy calls, / And lumbering oxcarts rumble as they go.
Red roofs, a spire, white roads and poplar trees; / An aeroplane goes droning through the skies; / The petals fall, there is no breath of breeze; / The old dog by the sundial snaps at flies.
My comrades by the fountain are asleep.
Far on the lines I hear a great gun boom; / Here in the garden, though, white peace lies deep, / And in the limelight heat the roses bloom.