Unto the blooms of the mystical garden of solace, Unto the boles of the boundless garden of peace, -- Shut from the rumor of earth's loud pleasures and follies, -- Bourne where earth's passionate discords dwindle and cease, -- Where the fountain of life, more vast than the cup of the ocean, Is brimming the souls of men with its quickening potion, -- Thither I send my drooping battle-scarred soul; Knowing that after one golden hour of ease, -- With the lilt of creation's dawn in its every motion, -- Back shall it wing to me, masterful, buoyant, whole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DELICACIES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS LEARNING TO READ by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS |