A Thing Seen She in her garden, near the high grey wall, Sleeping, a silver-bodied birch-tree tall That held its garments o'er wide and green Building a parapet of shade between, Forbidding the amorous sun to look on her. No fold of gracious raiment was astir. The wind walked softly; silent moved a cloud Listening; of all the tree no leaf was loud But guarded a divine expectant hush Thrilled by the silence of a hidden thrush.
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