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Amy Lowell - Behind A Wall
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I own a solace shut within my heart, 
A garden full of many a quaint delight 
And warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright, 
Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dart 
Shining things 
With powdered wings. 

Here terrace sinks to terrace, arbors close 
The ends of dreaming paths; a wanton wind 
Jostles the half-ripe pears, and then, unkind, 
Tumbles a-slumber in a pillar rose, 
With content 
Grown indolent. 

By night my garden is o`erhung with gems 
Fixed in an onyx setting. Fireflies 
Flicker their lanterns in my dazzled eyes. 
In serried rows I guess the straight, stiff stems 
Of hollyhocks 
Against the rocks. 

So far and still it is that, listening, 
I hear the flowers talking in the dawn; 
And where a sunken basin cuts the lawn, 
Cinctured with iris, pale and glistening, 
The sudden swish 
Of a waking fish.
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