HER HEART is like her garden, Old-fashioned, quaint and sweet, With here a wealth of blossoms, And there a still retreat. Sweet violets are hiding, We know as we pass by, And lilies, pure as angel thoughts, Are opening somewhere nigh. Forget-me-nots there linger, To full perfection brought, And there bloom purple pansies In many a tender thought. There love's own roses blossom, As from enchanted ground, And lavish perfume exquisite The whole glad year around. And in that quiet garden -- The garden of her heart -- Songbirds are always singing Their songs of cheer apart. And from it floats forever, O'ercoming sin and strife, Sweet as the breath of roses blown, The fragrance of her life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPORT ON EXPERIENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LIGHT OF ASIA by EDWIN ARNOLD ST. MARTIN'S WALL by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE KEEPING-ROOM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ASOLANDO: INAPPREHENSIVENESS by ROBERT BROWNING |