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And then&mdash;I woke. The bar of sunshine Down the wall had faded quite, And the vision with it ended As the shadows chased the light; Yet I seem to hear the story, Seem the starry crown to see, While the footsteps of the housewife Beat their rhythm patiently.  

HERE are the sweet old-fashioned posies, Quaint in form and bright in hue, Such as grandma gave her lovers When she walked the garden through?

Lavender, with spikes of azure Pointing to the dome on high, Telling thus whence came its color, Thanking with its breath the sky.

Four-o clock, with heart upfolding, When the loving sun had gone, Streak and stain of cunning crimson, Like the light of early dawn.

Regal lilies, many-petalled, Like the curling drifts of snow, With their crown of golden anthers Poised on malachite below. 