When life is very lonely I close my eyes and go Across a field and up a hill, A way I know; And there I find a garden With a little house in it, And both are wistful whispering, "Come in and sit!" Then you come, always singing, On down the garden's walk, And we, in white front doorway, stand And softly talk. I often light a candle, In my small sitting-room, To show you some new picture or A bit of bloom. And all our time together You love as much as I: @3But, oh, my open eyes that watch You passing by!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A 'FIRST IMPRESSION': TOKYO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PASSER-BY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AMERICA (2) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |