Here stands an ancient dwelling built of wood, An antique garden and a yard that now Has blooms for every wistful, yearning mood. Here is a heavy-laden orange bough. Sequestered in a spacious, verdant yard, A row of lime trees grow beside a gate. Thick lemon bushes beckon for a bard. Here guavas grow. I hear the croon of Kate. On Marion Street that borders on the lane An old house shields fine treasures, priceless, rare; And in a garden, moist with tropic rain, Thrive mangoes and the alligator pear. At dawn and dusk on Marion Street today Gay voices chime a merry roundelay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CHILD IN A GARDEN by MARIA ABDY OUT FROM A DREAM by ELLA ALLISON LOVE'S BLINDNESS by ALFRED AUSTIN SIDNEY'S ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: CANTO SECUNDO. LOVE'S PILGRIMS by THOMAS CAMPION |