GHOSTS - Edmund Waller Poems


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I walk in a garden of roses,
    'Twixt lawn and shaven lawn,
And I think of the wild free spaces,
    And the rose of a breathless dawn.

Gentle and sweet beside me
    Goes the wife that bears my name,
But I dream of a wild-eyed woman
    And the sea that hides her shame.