THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
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Did the moss crouch down to the silver water, that through the dream, in a sleep-song flows?
Did the poppy crumble to pallid petals—the spear-point carry a wounded rose?
Did the poppy crumble to pallid petals—the spear-point carry a wounded rose?
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The hush has gone from the magic garden. Time that was naught resumed its reign;
And the dream, like a ragged web out-drifted, you could not mend with your prayers again.
The grey mouse hid in an earth crack, shaking; the dragonfly was a shrivelled thing;
But the grass outlined where a saint lay sleeping, seven years by the wizard's spring.
And the dream, like a ragged web out-drifted, you could not mend with your prayers again.
The grey mouse hid in an earth crack, shaking; the dragonfly was a shrivelled thing;
But the grass outlined where a saint lay sleeping, seven years by the wizard's spring.
Clatter of hoofs! St. George is riding! Conquering knight, he has crossed the stream,
To rescue you from the walled garden, the long, long sleep and the long, long dream.
Back to patter of prayer, to fasting; back again to the cell and vow;
And the spell is broken among the flowers, where only the memories linger now!
To rescue you from the walled garden, the long, long sleep and the long, long dream.
Back to patter of prayer, to fasting; back again to the cell and vow;
And the spell is broken among the flowers, where only the memories linger now!
What did you dream in seven years? Seven years of a magic rose,
Seven years of the haunted thicket, locking bramble and lily faint,
Seven years of enchanted moss, with a quiver of branches flung across?
What did you find in your sealed slumber? Dream for sinner or dream for saint?
Seven years of the haunted thicket, locking bramble and lily faint,
Seven years of enchanted moss, with a quiver of branches flung across?
What did you find in your sealed slumber? Dream for sinner or dream for saint?
