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In a Garden

by Sara Teasdale
The world is resting without sound or motion,
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In a Garden

by Sara Teasdale
The world is resting without sound or motion,
 Behind the apple tree the sun goes down
Painting with fire the spires and the windows
 In the elm-shaded town.
Beyond the calm Connecticut the hills lie
 Silvered with haze as fruits still fresh with bloom,
The swallows weave in flight across the zenith
 On an aerial loom.
Into the garden peace comes back with twilight,
 Peace that since noon had left the purple phlox,
The heavy-headed asters, the late roses
 And swaying hollyhocks.
For at high-noon I heard from this same garden
 The far-off murmur as when many come;
Up from the village surged the blind and beating
 Red music of a drum;
And the hysterical sharp fife that shattered
 The brittle autumn air,
While they came, the young men marching
 Past the village square. . . .
Across the calm Connecticut the hills change
 To violet, the veils of dusk are deep —
Earth takes her children's many sorrows calmly
 And stills herself to sleep.

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