think it has been left alone so long-that it has grown all into a lovely tangle. I think the roses have climbed and climbed and climbed until they hang from the branches and walls and creep over the ground-almost like a strange gray mist. Some of them have died but many-are alive and when the summer comes there will be curtains and fountains of roses. I think the ground is full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and iris working their way out of the dark. Now the spring has begun-perhaps-perhaps-" The soft drone of her voice was making him stiller and stiller and she saw it and went on. "Perhaps they are coming up through the grass-perhaps there are clusters of purple crocuses and gold ones-even now."
( Frances Hodgson Burnett )
[ The Secret Garden ]
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