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I walk down the garden paths	A
And all the daffodils	B
Are blowing and the bright blue squills	B
I walk down the patterned garden paths	B
In my stiff brocaded gown	C
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan	D
I too am a rare	E
Pattern As I wander down	C
The garden paths	B
	-
My dress is richly figured	F
And the train	G
Makes a pink and silver stain	G
On the gravel and the thrift	H
Of the borders	B
Just a plate of current fashion	I
Tripping by in high heeled ribboned shoes	B
Not a softness anywhere about me	J
Only whalebone and brocade	K
And I sink on a seat in the shade	K
Of a lime tree For my passion	I
Wars against the stiff brocade	K
The daffodils and squills	B
Flutter in the breeze	B
As they please	B
And I weep	L
For the lime tree is in blossom	M
And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom	M
	-
And the plashing of waterdrops	B
In the marble fountain	I
Comes down the garden paths	B
The dripping never stops	B
Underneath my stiffened gown	C
Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin	I
A basin in the midst of hedges grown	N
So thick she cannot see her lover hiding	O
But she guesses he is near	P
And the sliding of the water	Q
Seems the stroking of a dear	P
Hand upon her	Q
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown	C
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground	R
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground	R
	-
I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths	B
And he would stumble after	Q
Bewildered by my laughter	Q
I should see the sun flashing from his sword hilt and the buckles	B
on his shoes	B
I would choose	B
To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths	B
A bright and laughing maze for my heavy booted lover	Q
Till he caught me in the shade	K
And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me	J
Aching melting unafraid	K
With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops	B
And the plopping of the waterdrops	B
All about us in the open afternoon	S
I am very like to swoon	S
With the weight of this brocade	K
For the sun sifts through the shade	K
	-
Underneath the fallen blossom	M
In my bosom	M
Is a letter I have hid	T
It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke	U
Madam we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell	V
Died in action Thursday se'nnight	T
As I read it in the white morning sunlight	T
The letters squirmed like snakes	B
Any answer Madam said my footman	I
No I told him	W
See that the messenger takes some refreshment	T
No no answer	Q
And I walked into the garden	I
Up and down the patterned paths	B
In my stiff correct brocade	T
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun	I
Each one	I
I stood upright too	T
Held rigid to the pattern	X
By the stiffness of my gown	C
Up and down I walked	T
Up and down	C
	-
In a month he would have been my husband	T
In a month here underneath this lime	Y
We would have broke the pattern	X
He for me and I for him	W
He as Colonel I as Lady	T
On this shady seat	T
He had a whim	W
That sunlight carried blessing	O
And I answered It shall be as you have said	T
Now he is dead	T
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In Summer and in Winter I shall walk	Z
Up and down	C
The patterned garden paths	B
In my stiff brocaded gown	C
The squills and daffodils	B
Will give place to pillared roses and to asters and to snow	A2
I shall go	A2
Up and down	C
In my gown	C
Gorgeously arrayed	T
Boned and stayed	T
And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace	B
By each button hook and lace	B
For the man who should loose me is dead	T
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders	B
In a pattern called a war	B2
Christ What are patterns for	B2

Amy Lowell

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