I walk down the garden paths,
And all the daffodils
Are bowling, and the bright blue squills.
Iwalk down the patterned garden paths
In my stiff brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair, and jewelled fan,
I too am a rare
Patter, As I wander down
The garden paths.
-AMY LOWELL, Patterns
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