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 her wide and green,

Building a parapet of shade between,

Forbade 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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