In the dear garden of my dreamsAre rhododendrons and pale lilies tall,And roses ripening 'gainst the sunkissed wall.Their little gleams of brightness shineEntangled mid their burnished leaves,And languishing the clasping vineEach perfumed breath receives.The peacock stands a lordly sight,With his metallic plumage brightReflected in the quivering light;—So bright his rainbow colour gleamsThat all the glory of him seemsTo centralize the sunny beamsIn the dear garden of my dreams.
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