I DREAMED I had a plot of ground, Once when I chanced asleep to drop, And that a green hedge fenced it round, Cloudy with roses at the top. I saw a hundred mornings rise, -- So far a little dream may reach, -- And spring with summer in her eyes Making the chiefest charm of each. A thousand vines were climbing o'er The hedge, I thought, but as I tried To pull them down, for evermore The flowers dropt off the other side! Waking, I said, these things are signs Sent to instruct us that 't is ours Duly to keep and dress our vines, -- Waiting in patience for the flowers. And when the angel feared of all Across my hearth its shadow spread, The rose that climbed my garden wall Has bloomed the other side, I said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE PALM-TREE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NAMES OF ROMANCE by BERTON BRALEY TO THE BEE BALM by JOHN BURROUGHS |