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Behind a Wall

Written by: Amy Lowell | Biography
 | Quotes (5) |
 I own a solace shut within my heart,
A garden full of many a quaint delight
And warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright,
Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dart
Shining things
With powdered wings.
Here terrace sinks to terrace, arbors close The ends of dreaming paths; a wanton wind Jostles the half-ripe pears, and then, unkind, Tumbles a-slumber in a pillar rose, With content Grown indolent.
By night my garden is o'erhung with gems Fixed in an onyx setting.
Fireflies Flicker their lanterns in my dazzled eyes.
In serried rows I guess the straight, stiff stems Of hollyhocks Against the rocks.
So far and still it is that, listening, I hear the flowers talking in the dawn; And where a sunken basin cuts the lawn, Cinctured with iris, pale and glistening, The sudden swish Of a waking fish.



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