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						On The Garden Wall by Vachel Lindsay 
						
						Oh, once I walked a garden  In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass.  And many orange-trees grew there  In sand as white as glass.  The curving, wide wall-border  Was marble, like the snow.  I walked that wall a fairy-prince  And, pacing quaint and slow,  Beside me were my pages,  Two giant, friendly birds.  Half swan they were, half peacock.  They spake in courtier-words.  Their inner wings a charriot,  Their outer wings for flight,  They lifted me from dreamland.  We bade those trees good-night.  Swiftly above the stars we rode.  I looked below me soon.  The white-walled garden I had ruled  Was one lone flower—the moon.						 
						
						
						
						
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