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Wild
Garden
by
Bliss Carman
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DEVOTEE
TO
M.G.
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A lovesome
thing is Madeleine,
With night-dark eyes and hair,
Traces of a Celtic strain
And a woodland flair
Caught in a half-whimsical, |
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Nun-like,
faun-like air.
Glowing
as Indian summer,—
When all the Earth is still,
With gold and scarlet through the veil
Of blue haze on the hill, |
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As
if some enigmatic trance
Were laid on her door-sill.
A Gipsy
creature, city-bound,
She curbs her wilding mien
In each sophisticated role,
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And
lends to every scene
A beauty that would more befit
Tatters and tambourine.
Intriguing,
exquisite and gay,
Playing her gracious part
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With
a distinguished ecstasy,
A Temple-Girl of Art,—
Only a fleeing glance betrays
The wood-nymph in her heart. |
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