A secret garden blossoms where this hour Finds unafraid the shy and feral deer, Moveless, beside a felspar-stippled mere Where green and aromatic forests tower Above a coigned and moon-enchanted bower. And there the fruit is sweet and honey-clear; And there he may not feed, however near The succulent leaf, the cymed and nectared flower. For this the region of divine unrest; Of nameless dreams, earth-bound and heaven-born, And none dare cross those mystic margents lest He find naught but the crucifixion thorn, Save these: the high and pure of heart, the wild And gentle forest folk, or a little child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS IN THE SHADOWS: 2 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) RETURN OF SPRING by PIERRE DE RONSARD |