I am a garden of red tulips And late daffodils and bay-hedges, A small sunk garden About an oblong pool With three grey lead Dutch tanks— I am this garden shattered and blown With a day-long western gale And bursts of rapid rain. There are dank petals in the ruffled waters, And muddy flowers upon the path. The grass is covered with torn leaves. God of gardens, dear small god of gardens, Grant me faint glow of sunlight, A last bird hopping in the quiet haze, Then let the night swoop swiftly, Fold round and crush out life For ever.
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