I HAVE a private garden plot, It is a pleasant, sheltered spot, Its air is stirred by never a breeze, Blue larkspur forms a stately frieze For the garden wall, and locust trees Make chequered shade when the sun is hot. O'er dew-damp paths we walked; you knew And loved my garden odors, too; Roses and phlox and mignonette -- They cling about my senses yet! I shut my eyes, when the sun has set To walk in the garden again with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FRAGMENTS OF A LOST GNOSTIC POEM OF THE 12TH CENTURY by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A LADY TO ANSWER DIRECTLY WITH YEA OR NAY by THOMAS WYATT A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |