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Слушать(AI)In A Garden
Girl, with the soft grey eyes,
You to the flowers belong:
From the perfume of a
My heart shall weave you a song.
I will colour its words with light,
Like the sun on that straying tress.
The wind will lend me its
To set it in loveliness.
It shall fold you soft as the mist,
Yet stir your heart like the sea,
Till lips that never were
Shall yeld their homage to me.
George Essex Evans
George Essex Evans (18 June 1863 – 10 November 1909) was an Australian poet.
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