Good is an orchard, the saint saith, To meditate on life and death, With a cool well, a hive of bees, A hermit's grot beneath the trees. Good is an orchard: very good, Though one should wear no monkish hood. Right good when Spring awakes her flute, And good in yellowing time of fruit. Very good in the grass to lie And see the network 'gainst the sky, A living lace of blue and green, And boughs that let the gold between. The bees are types of souls that dwell With honey in a quiet cell; The ripe fruit figures goldenly The soul's perfection in God's eye. Prayer and praise in a country home, Honey and fruit; a man might come, Fed on such meats, to walk abroad, And in his orchard talk with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST MONUMENT MOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE ORLANDO FURIOSO: CANTO 10. by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 99. AZ-ZABOOR by EDWIN ARNOLD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: ISBRAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SANDY STAR: 2. LAUGHING IT OUT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |