Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GARDENS, by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER Poet's Biography First Line: The wide, fair gardens, the rich, lush gardens Last Line: "where we kissed the mother and said ""good-night." Alternate Author Name(s): Van Deth, Gerrit, Mrs. Subject(s): Flowers; Gardens & Gardening; Lilies; Love; Poppies | ||||||||
THE wide, fair gardens, the rich, lush gardens, Which no man planted, and no man tills; Their strong seeds drifted, their brave bloom lifted, Near and far over vales and hills; Sip the bees from their cups of sweetness, Poises above them the wild free wing, And night and morn from their doors are borne The dreams of the tunes that blithe hearts sing. The waving gardens, the fragrant gardens, That toss in the sun by the broad highway, Growing together, gorse and heather, Aster and golden-rod all the day. Poppies dark with the wine of slumber, Daisies bright with the look of dawn, The gentian blue, and the long year through The flowers that carry the seasons on. The dear old gardens, the pleasant gardens Where mother used to potter about, Tying and pulling, and sparingly culling, And watching each bud as its flower laughed out; Hollyhocks here, and the prince's feather, Larkspur and primrose, and lilies white, Sweet were the dear old-fashioned gardens Where we kissed the mother and said "Good-night." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINE BLACK POPPIES FOR CHAC by NORMAN DUBIE SAINTS' POPPIES by DAVID BAKER SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON POPPIES IN JULY by SYLVIA PLATH POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME? by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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