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Lucy Maud Montgomery - Twilight in the Garden
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The scent of the earth is moist and good 
In the dewy shade 
Of the tall, dark poplars whose slender tops 
Against the sunset bloom are laid, 
And a robin is whistling in the copse 
By the dim spruce wood. 

The west wind blowing o`er branch and flower 
Out of the wold, 
Steals through the honeysuckle bower 
And bears away on its airy wings 
Odors that breath of paradise; 
Dim are the poppies` splendid dyes, 
But many a pallid primrose swings 
Its lamp of gold. 

A white moth flits from tree to tree
Like a wandering soul;
Deep in the lily a muffled boom
Tells of a honey-drunken bee
Wildered with sweets in that ivory bowl;
Many a subtle melody,
Many a rare sound all unknown
To the lusty daylight`s fuller tone
Threads with its magic this hush and gloom. 

Many a dear thought deep in the heart, 
Many a memory, dulcet and fine, 
Wakes as we walk in the garden to-night, 
In this soft kissing of dark and light, 
When the world has drawn itself apart 
From our spirit`s shrine.
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