I wandered through the garden, thoughts on you,
‘Midst effervescent colors and perfumes,
A sash of mottled green on trellis blue
Recalled the  dress you wore that day in June.
Warm dappled sunlight laughed upon the wall,
A wood-thrush trilled your tribute to my ears;
A butterfly, my fluttering heart did stall,
As briefly, vision blurred through brimming tears.
A gentle breeze brought whispers of those times—
Dear love we thought on hope would never end;
The distant tinkling of the garden chimes
Now smites my heart, and tears spill down again.
There in love’s shadowed gardens of my mind
Both solace and sweet sadness do I find.

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