The Gardener: 36

He whispered, “My love, raise your eyes.”
I sharply chid him, and said “Go!”; but he did not stir.
He stood before me and held both my hands.  I said, “Leave me!”; but he did not go.
He brought his face near my ear.  I glanced at him and said, “What a shame!”; but he did not move.
His lips touched my cheek.  I trembled and said, “You dare too much;” but he had no shame.
He put a flower in my hair.  I said, “It is useless!”; but he stood unmoved.
He took the garland from my neck and went away.  I weep and ask my heart, “Why does he not come back?”

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