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this is the garden: colours come and go

this is the garden: colours come and go 
frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
strong silent greens serenely lingering 
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow upon cool flutes within wide glooms and sing (of harps celestial to the quivering string) invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden.
Time shall surely reap and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled in other lands where other songs be sung; yet stand They here enraptured as among The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

by Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings
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