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 164 AMY LOWELL

��"No," I told him.

"See that the messenger takes some refreshment.

No, no answer."

And I walked into the garden,

Up and down the patterned paths,

In my stiff, correct brocade.

The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in

the sun. Each one.

I stood upright too, Held rigid to the pattern By the stiffness of my gown. Up and down I walked, Up and down.

In a month he would have been my husband.

In a month, here, underneath this lime,

We would have broke the pattern ;

He for me, and I for him.

He as Colonel, I as Lady,

On this shady seat.

He had a whim

That sunlight carried blessing.

And I answered, " It shall be as you have said."

Now he is dead.

In Summer and in Winter I shall walk Up and down

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