DAHLIAS
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he mad wind is the warden,And the smiling dahlias nodTo the dahlias across the garden,And the wastes of the golden rod. They never pray for pardon,Nor ask his way nor forego,Nor close their hearts nor hardenNor stay his hand, nor bestow Their hearts filched out of their bosoms,Nor plan for dahlias to be.For the wind blows over the gardenAnd sets the dahlias free. They drift to the song of the warden,Heedless they give him heed.And he walks and blows through the gardenBlossom and leaf and seed.
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