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Show mignonette greet nu, and 1 feel the brightness of H fartli is about me. H Again 1 go forth at noon-day, when the gold of H tile Min hangs- like a veil o'er my lilies; and my H loot .stay in cool shadows, for it is good to bo com- H l'ortcd by nature. H At o oning I bring my tired Iiauds to my gar- H den to lave tlicm in tansy and myrtle; I lean on H the rim of the fountain and drink the sued scent H of tho rosemary. H At night when tlio moon sihors my garden, 1 H i oino to give birth to emotions. I know tliat my H drowsy companions will whisper naught of my H weercts, for all about me tho pnnsies aro slooplng, H liko innocent maidens. Sing 1 the prni-o of my garden, at morning, at H noon-day, at nlglitfall; chant I the hymn of tho flux flower ami gourd, vine. My song shall rise H like the incense of day dreams on altars of Ilia- H and sweet-briar. H |