Midwinter

All night I dreamed of roses,
   Wild tangle by the sea,
And shadowy garden closes.
   Dream-led I met with thee.

Around thee swayed the roses,
   Beyond thee sang the sea;
The shadowy garden closes
   Were Paradise to me.

O Love, ’mid the dream-roses
   Abide to heal, to save!
The world that day discloses
   Narrows to one white grave.

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