IN THE GARDEN (M. H.)
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We waited for the sun To break its cloudy prison (For day was not yet done, And night still unbegun) Leaning by the dial.
After many a trial— We all silent there— It burst as new-arisen, Throwing a shade to where Time travelled at that minute.
Little saw we in it, But this much I know, Of lookers on that shade, Her towards whom it made Soonest had to go.
1915.