A sickle moon is shining in my garden, And creamy ginger sheds a perfume rare. Some bougainvilleas stain its walls with crimson And shadow-softened beauty lingers there. There's moonlight magic in my Island garden, And dappled paths unwind like silver threads. A jetting fountain tosses back the moonbeams, And gargoyles wink, moon halos on their heads. I wish that you were with me in my garden. If you were weary, you would find relief Within its walls where moonbeams seek to soften And smooth the etchings made by time and grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FREDERICK DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCAEUS by WILLIAM JONES THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL TO MUSIC; A FRAGMENT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |