it was there in the garden of your mind\nWhere while we stepped we talked\nwe would see what we could find\nFor when once we went and walked
I then attempted your face to read\n[[it was there in the garden of your mind]]\nthey conferred but not put to seed\nwe would see what we could find
As we stood out by the beach\n[[I then attempted your face to read]]\nwith our meanings out of reach\nthey conferred but not put to seed
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For when once we went and walked\n[[As we stood out by the beach]]\nWhere while we stepped we talked\nwith our meanings out of reach
[[The Shore]]
The Shore
R. N. Goudie