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XVIII. The Gardens of Yin

Beyond that wall, whose ancient masonryReached almost to the sky in moss-thick towers,There would be terraced gardens, rich with flowers,And flutter of bird and butterfly and bee.There would be walks, and bridges arching overWarm lotos-pools reflecting temple eaves,And cherry-trees with delicate boughs and leavesAgainst a pink sky where the herons hover.All would be there, for had not old dreams flungOpen the gate to that stone-lanterned mazeWhere drowsy streams spin out their winding ways,Trailed by green vines from bending branches hung?I hurried – but when the wall rose, grim and great,I found there was no longer any gate.