. Overheard in a garden. 22 ADAGIOTHE violets: Tossed to oh^ whereShall we hide ? Fitful glare,Deserted street,Blank despair!A sound of feet! Oh, tired feet!Will they spurn ? They retreat, They pause — they turn ! Face flower-pale,Clasp that burnAnd chill by dim with pain. VIOLETS: Whence that warm rain ?23 INTERMEZZO * Nay, tempt not Fate !T is not too late !We die! But youMay live , do not wait!T is not too lateYet to retraceAnd turn aside/The Violets cried,Close to her face. FINALE Time has a gladeViolet-strewnSings a maid
. Overheard in a garden. 22 ADAGIOTHE violets: Tossed to oh^ whereShall we hide ? Fitful glare,Deserted street,Blank despair!A sound of feet! Oh, tired feet!Will they spurn ? They retreat, They pause — they turn ! Face flower-pale,Clasp that burnAnd chill by dim with pain. VIOLETS: Whence that warm rain ?23 INTERMEZZO * Nay, tempt not Fate !T is not too late !We die! But youMay live , do not wait!T is not too lateYet to retraceAnd turn aside/The Violets cried,Close to her face. FINALE Time has a gladeViolet-strewnSings a maidSoft and the gladeWhere they grow,Bending soVery near,The Violets hearAnd they know. 24 II NOT IN THE GARDEN -*tfe. I WATCHED the moon let down her liair In ripples on the loosed each diamond pin with care And stuck it carefullyIn the dark pin-cushion of sky. ^ Ah, now I said, I know the whyAnd wherefore of the stars. I always used to think at night,To see them shine, they were the light Of seraphims I have learned, and none too soon, They are the Hairpins of the
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