YOURS is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of day there. Old-time tunes and young love-laughter Ripple and run among the roses; Memory's echoes, murmuring after, Fill the dusk when the long day closes. Simple songs with a cadence olden -- These you learned in the Forest of Arden: Friendly flowers with hearts all golden -- These you borrowed from Eden's garden. This is the reason why all men love you; Truth to life is the finest art: Other poets may soar above you -- You keep close to the human heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE RUSTIC CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM BARNES PURIM, 1900 by ALICE D. BRAHAM THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TERRA INCOGNITA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |