Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 2, 7, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN



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SONNET: 2, 7, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: His heart was in his garden; but his brain
Last Line: Now kept it flat and raked the walls and shrubs.
Variant Title(s): "in His Garden;""his Heart Was In His Garden; But His Brain"";


His heart was in his garden; but his brain
Wandered at will among the fiery stars.
Bards, heroes, prophets, Homers, Hamilcars,
With many angels stood, his eye to gain;
The devils, too, were his familiars:
And yet the cunning florist held his eyes
Close to the ground, a tulip bulb his prize,
And talked of tan and bonedust, cutworms, grubs,
As though all Nature held no higher strain;
Or, if he spoke of art, he made the theme
Flow through boxborders, turf, and flower tubs
Or, like a garden engine's, steered the stream,
Now spouted rainbows to the silent skies,
Now kept it flat and raked the walls and shrubs.





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