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Not that I saw Him arrive or leave,<br />
But the old house lost its dead vacancy<br />
And dandelion orbs waltzed through and about<br />
The gaunt corridors like slow woodland ghosts<br />
Until the sun fell faint on the grass<br />
And the crescent moon burned softly<br />
Like a scythe on the hollows.<br />
Through that coming of darken hours<br />
The wind played notes of starlight and elm<br />
As the Garden Man changed in moon-shade,<br />
For the woodland called and He grew faint.<br />
On the garden, in the cottage,<br />
There hummed but His whisper.<br />
II:<br />
Morning spiralled out from the flower heads<br />
And he who had touched the garden was gone<br />
And He of the deep meadow woods was a dream;<br />
Back through the forest He must have flown.<br />
The Garden Man comes and the Garden Man goes.<br />
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