OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green, Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air, There, where you fled and I followed -- you ever unseen, Yet each glad pulse of me cried to my heart, "She is there!" Roses and lilies and lilies and roses again, Tangle of leaves and white magic of blossoming trees, Sunlight that lay where, last moment, your footstep had lain -- Was not the garden enchanted that proffered me these? Ah, what a garden it is since I caught you at last -- Scattered the magic and shattered the spell with a kiss: Wintry and dreary and cold with the wind of the past, Ah that a garden enchanted should wither to this! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TRAILING ARBUTUS by HENRY ABBEY THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP |