My master hath a garden, full-filled with divers flowers, Where thou mayst gather posies gay, all times and hours, Here nought is heard But paradise-bird, Harp, dulcimer, and lute, With cymbal, And timbrel, And the gentle sounding flute. Oh! Jesus, Lord, my heal and weal, my bliss complete, Make thou my heart thy garden-plot, true, fair and neat That I may hear This music clear, Harp, dulcimer, and lute, With cymbal, And timbrel, And the gentle sounding flute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAMERCY PARK by SARA TEASDALE COWSLIPS AND LARKS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY ON GROWING OLD by JOHN MASEFIELD THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON HIS WORST ENEMY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |