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Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing -- / Under my tree where I sit cometh the Wind to confession.
"Out in the garden abides the Queen of the beautiful Roses -- / Her do I love and to-night wooed her with passionate singing; / Told I my love in those songs, and answer she gave in her blushes -- / She shall be bride of the Wind, and she is the Queen of the Roses!"