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GARDEN DREAMS by ANNE MURRY MOVIUS

First Line: MOONLIGHT RESTS WHITE FINGERS
Last Line: LONG HIDDEN FROM OUR SIGHT.
Subject(s): WINTER;
Moonlight rests white fingers
On my garden's breast,
The wind says -- "Hush 'tis sleeping,
Quiet is its rest."

But O, I know, beneath the snow,
Like soaring wings its dreams alight,
Waking every flowering grace
Long hidden from our sight.



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