Excerpt from Poems, 1916-1918ProthalamionWhen the evening came my love said to me:Let us go into the garden now that the sky is cool, The garden of black hellebore and rosemary, Where wild woodruff spills in a milky pool.Low we passed in the twilight, for the wavering heatOf day had waned, and round that shaded plotOf secret beauty the thickets clustered sweet:Here is heaven, our hearts whispered, but our lips spake not.Between that old garden...
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