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The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile
An unbelieving smile flits on your
Eyes when I come to you to take my
Leave.
I have done it so often that you
Think I will soon return.
To tell you the truth I have the
Same doubt in my mind.
For the spring days come again
Time after time; the full moon takes
Leave and comes on another visit,
The flowers come again and blush
Upon their branches year after year,
And it is likely that I take my leave
Only to come to you again.
But keep the illusion awhile; do
Not send it away with ungentle
Haste.
When I say I leave you for all
Time, accept it as true, and let a
Mist of tears for one moment deepen
The dark rim of your eyes.
Then smile as archly as you like
When I come again.
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