I HAVE a private garden plot, It is a pleasant, sheltered spot, Its air is stirred by never a breeze, Blue larkspur forms a stately frieze For the garden wall, and locust trees Make chequered shade when the sun is hot. O'er dew-damp paths we walked; you knew And loved my garden odors, too; Roses and phlox and mignonette -- They cling about my senses yet! I shut my eyes, when the sun has set To walk in the garden again with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 47. THE CARPENTER'S SON by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 12 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH WHITE BIRCHES by MARY BRADLEY BRAMHALL |