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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTAVES IN AN OXFORD GARDEN: 33, by ARTHUR W. UPSON Poet's Biography
First Line: A great nelumbo heavy on the breast
Last Line: Of the dear face that waits me down the west.
Subject(s): Absence; Gardens & Gardening; Oxford, England; Separation; Isolation
First Line: A great nelumbo heavy on the breast
Last Line: Of the dear face that waits me down the west.
Subject(s): Absence; Gardens & Gardening; Oxford, England; Separation; Isolation
A great nelumbo heavy on the breast
Of heaven's tranquil lake must be the moon
Above this garden in the still night's noon
Bending the gold of her refulgent crest.
Thus to the surface of these days of rest
Through all my absent idlesse, late and soon,
The thought of you doth blossom and the boon
Of the dear face that waits me down the West.
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