Here stands an ancient dwelling built of wood, An antique garden and a yard that now Has blooms for every wistful, yearning mood. Here is a heavy-laden orange bough. Sequestered in a spacious, verdant yard, A row of lime trees grow beside a gate. Thick lemon bushes beckon for a bard. Here guavas grow. I hear the croon of Kate. On Marion Street that borders on the lane An old house shields fine treasures, priceless, rare; And in a garden, moist with tropic rain, Thrive mangoes and the alligator pear. At dawn and dusk on Marion Street today Gay voices chime a merry roundelay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRINCE ALDFRITH'S ITINERARY THROUGH IRELAND by ALDFRITH ON A SCOTCH COXCOMB by ROBERT BURNS KITCHENER'S MARCH by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD: 2. IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A DIALOGUE: JOHN AND RICHARD by JOHN BYROM INDIVIDUALITY by ADA CAMBRIDGE |