I know a garden where the lilies gleam, And one who lingers in the sunshine there; She is than white-stoled lily far more fair, And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream! I know a garret, cold and dark and drear, And one who toils and toils with tireless pen, Until his brave, sad eyes grow weary -- then He seeks the stars, pale, silent as a seer. And ah, it's strange; for, desolate and dim, Between these two there rolls an ocean wide; Yet he is in the garden by her side And she is in the garret there with him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by MATHILDE BLIND |