IV.
Her garden where deep lilacs blew, Where on old walls old roses grew Head-heavy with their mellow musk, Where, when the beetle's drone was husk, She lingered in the dying dusk, No more shall know that knew.
Her garden where deep lilacs blew, Where on old walls old roses grew Head-heavy with their mellow musk, Where, when the beetle's drone was husk, She lingered in the dying dusk, No more shall know that knew.