ROSE LEAVES.
Through your garden olden Go the winds of night,Rose leaves unwitholden Fall there red and white.
White rose leaves bestrewing Paths where dreams may go,Red rose leaves renewing Loves of long ago.
Dreams are lightly thronging O'er the rose-strewn way—Dreams all pale with longing, Dreams as glad as day.
And my dream-soul passes With the shapes of dream,Softly through the grasses Where the dew-drops gleam.
Softly through the closes Of your garden oldWhere a thousand roses Day by day unfold.
Softly through the sweetness Of your curtained room,With a dream's completeness, Star-pale in the gloom.
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