Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lincoln / England
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lincoln / England
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Come Into The Garden, Maud

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Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
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Kim Barney 01 January 2015
Poem Hunter, please fix the title. It's obviously misprinted.
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