Hoarse
The lone Figure
Tall
That remained
Close
In Hastings Gardens.
Yet
Wise is spoke
Though rarely spoke
Then
Words of wisdom spoke.
How laughed the seas
The water-waves
As water-waves know
How to laugh:
How smiled:
How dazzling
Dawn
Over the bastions
Blinds!
How fairy be the night
How magic all
Trees, shrubs, flowers,
Paths, all:
How sacred be
Even to tread:
Here
How the heart of a garden
Beats
In Hastings Gardens!
And
Yet
Hoarse
The lone Figure
Tall
That remained
Close
In Hastings Gardens.
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