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A SONG
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Outside the hedge of roses
Which walls my garden round,
And many a flotwer encloses,
Lies fresh unfurrowed ground.
II
I have not delved,nor planted,
In that strange land,nor come
To sow in soil enchanted
Sweet promises of bloom.
III
My labours all have ended
Within my fragrant wall,
The blossoms I have tended
Have grown so sweet and tall.
IV
But now in silver showers
Your loughter falls on me,
And fairer than all flowers
Your flower-face I see.
V
And bound no more by roses,
I brake my barrier through,
And leave all it encloses,
Dear one,to follow you.
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