A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April -- drip -- drip -- drip. Up shone May, like gold, and soon Green as an arbour grew leafy June. And now all summer she sits and sews Where willow-herb, comfrey, bugloss blows, Teasel and tansy, meadowsweet, Campion, toadflax, and rough hawksbit; Brown bee orchis, and Peals of Bells; Clover, burnet, and thyme she smells; Like Oberon's meadows her garden is Drowsy from dawn till dusk with bees. Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs, And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes; And all she has is all she needs -- A poor old Widow in her weeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |