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Symphony of a Mexican Garden Yet who could know thee wild who art so cool,
 * So heavenly-minded, templed in thy grove
 * Of plumy cedar, larch and juniper?
 * O strange ecstatic Pool,
 * What unknown country art thou dreaming of,
 * Or temple than this garden lovelier

Who made thy sky the silver side of leaves,
 * And poised its orchid like a swan-white moon

Whose disc of perfect pallor half deceives
 * The mirror of thy limpid green lagoon,

He loveth well thy ripple-feathered moods,
 * Thy whims at dusk, thy rainbow look at dawn!
 * Dream thou no more of vales Olympian:
 * Where pale Olympus broods
 * There were no orchid white as moon or swan,
 * No sky of leaves, no garden-haunting Pan!

III In F major Presto

I keep a frequent tryst With whirr and shower of wings: Some inward melodist Interpreting all things Appoints the place, the hours.