In the grey summer garden I shall find you  
With day—break and the morning hills behind you.  
There will be rain—wet roses; stir of wings;  
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.  
Not from the past you’ll come, but from that deep
Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:  
And I shall know the sense of life re—born  
From dreams into the mystery of morn  
Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there  
Till that calm song is done, at last we’ll share
The league—spread, quiring symphonies that are  
Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn’s one star.
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