- My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
- Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
- In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
- The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;
- Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
- And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain --
- The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten --
- After the stillness, will spring come again?
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