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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bountiful Givers,<br>I look along the years<br>And see the flowers you threw…<br>Anemones<br>And sprigs of gray<br>Sparse heather of the rocks,<br>Or a wild violet<br>Or daisy of a daisied field…<br>But each your best.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I might have worn them on my breast<br>To wilt in the long day…<br>I might have stemmed them in a narrow vase<br>And watched each petal sallowing…<br>I might have held them so - mechanically - <br>Till the wind winnowed all the leaves<br>And left upon my hands<br>A little smear of dust.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Instead<br>I hid them in the soft warm loam<br>Of a dim shadowed place…<br>Deep<br>In a still cool grotto,<br>Lit only by the memories of stars<br>And the wide and luminous eyes<br>Of dead poets<br>That love me and that I love…<br>Deep… deep…<br>Where none may see - not even ye who gave - <br>About my soul your garden beautiful.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a></strong></div>

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