WHAT wonder that I should be dreaming Out here in the garden to-day ? The light through the leaves is streaming, -- Paulina cries, "Play !" The birds to each other are calling, The freshly-cut grasses smell sweet ; To Teddy's dismay, comes falling The ball at my feet. "Your stroke should be over, not under !" "But that's such a difficult way !" The place is a springtide wonder Of lilac and may ; Of lilac, and may, and laburnum, Of blossom, -- We'er losing the set ! "Those volleys of Jenny's, -- return them ; "Stand close to the net ! " You are so fond of the Maytime, My friend, far away ; Small wonder that I should be dreaming Of you in the garden to-day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON MY BED IS A BOAT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |