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There will be, there, the quiet garden views

that never were before us here. And we

will have Forever’s Saturdays to choose

a new one for an evening’s poetry.

We never saw that play. It never showed

on any stage near us when we could go.

But there, where all the gardens are resowed,

we’ll sit in petals at each Shakespeare show.

And all the art and flowers that you knew

will be before my eyes there, and mine too

will show themselves to you. And all that grew

in us before we shared life will renew.

No piece of beauty past will there be gone,

all that we longed to share will be redrawn.