I see a garden in the skies, Fresh with celestial showers— Is it some mirage of paradise? Or the spirit land of flowers? Whate'er it be, It seems to me More beautiful than ours. Above the purple hills of dawn A giant sunflower peeps, And when his yellow disk is gone And the moon her voyage keeps, She's a lily— Pale and chilly, On her azure lake she sleeps. Yon burnished clouds are floral banks On the grave of Yesterday— See the sable nuns in broken ranks File down the path to pray, And strew the night With petals white, Which makes the "Milky Way"! A comet is a big bouquet Trailed headlong in a race; Each star a white anemone Emplanted in her place— So shy and pale, So fair and frail, She gives the garden grace. When through the clouds at evening's ebb, I saw those twinkling eyes, It used to seem a diamond web Where sifted gold-dust lies, But now it seems That perfume streams From a flower bed in the skies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TALL NETTLES by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE |