A secret garden blossoms where this hour Finds unafraid the shy and feral deer, Moveless, beside a felspar-stippled mere Where green and aromatic forests tower Above a coigned and moon-enchanted bower. And there the fruit is sweet and honey-clear; And there he may not feed, however near The succulent leaf, the cymed and nectared flower. For this the region of divine unrest; Of nameless dreams, earth-bound and heaven-born, And none dare cross those mystic margents lest He find naught but the crucifixion thorn, Save these: the high and pure of heart, the wild And gentle forest folk, or a little child! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LA CONDUCTORA DEL DESEO/CONDUIT by VIRGIL SUAREZ THE ARCHITECT (2) by KAREN SWENSON |