Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GARDEN, by ELEANOR SMITH THOMAS First Line: My garden seemed an endless toil Last Line: And life at last -- a blended whole. Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening | ||||||||
My garden seemed an endless toil To rake the leaves, to lift the soil -- The sunshine beamed, the showers fell, My garden now -- A Magic Spell! Sometimes life seems a ceaseless grind To purge the soul -- to feed the mind. Bright joys shine out -- dark sorrows roll, And life at last -- A Blended Whole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOVEMBER GARDEN: AN ELEGY by ANDREW HUDGINS AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN AUSTRIA (SEEN AFTER DER ROSENKAVALIER) by RANDALL JARRELL ACROSS THE BROWN RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL A DESERTED GARDEN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS NOT THE SWEET CICELY OF GERARDES HERBALL by MARGARET AVISON AN OLD GARDEN by HERBERT BASHFORD FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN |
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