A secret garden blossoms where this hour Finds unafraid the shy and feral deer, Moveless, beside a felspar-stippled mere Where green and aromatic forests tower Above a coigned and moon-enchanted bower. And there the fruit is sweet and honey-clear; And there he may not feed, however near The succulent leaf, the cymed and nectared flower. For this the region of divine unrest; Of nameless dreams, earth-bound and heaven-born, And none dare cross those mystic margents lest He find naught but the crucifixion thorn, Save these: the high and pure of heart, the wild And gentle forest folk, or a little child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MODEST LOVE; SONG by EDWARD DYER DRINKING SONG (1) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE AFTER YEARS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SHELLEY'S DEATH by ALFRED AUSTIN BEAUTY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE GLORIOUS GAME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |