Sweet is Nature's garden When the roses blow; Ah, but what is fairer Than weeds above the snow? Dry and bare and withered, Yet in every line Delicately tracing Fancies dear and fine! So upon God's pureness Lives all dry and dead Are transformed to beauty And are comforted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER |