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Soft haze upon the mountain and a haze upon the sea, High noon above the Gardens and shadows on the way; And twenty weary people slipping out of time awee,— Out of time and out of trouble, on a hot midsummer's day. Blow softly, silver trumpets, in a fairy serenade, Ye lilies of St. Joseph, swinging lightly over-head.

In the shadows of the Gardens the wearied come to rest, In the spacious dusk and quiet the fevered blood is stilled; While sleep, on tiptoe stepping, lays aside the hopeless quest, Takes away the fag of travel and the promise unfulfilled; In white and gold and purple the wondrous petals gleam; In white and gold and purple is the wondrous slope of dream.