HUES of the rainbow, green, and red, and blue, And often purple—these surround the eye— "Surround" is proper—brilliant circles ring The optics with their simply wondrous dye. Queer vegetables grow—the cauliflower, Is oft beheld upon the battered ear, And many a lemon, so the wise ones tell, Is cultivated, grown, and sold, right here! Full many time, the grim inhabitants Of this strange garden hear the little birds, Chirping and twittering above their heads, While the cold referee says numbered words! Full many a time these curious people see Bright constellations, moons, and comets all around, Despite the intervening roof—they see These flashing stars while lying on the ground! Oh, wondrous in this garden—'tis a place For sons of Mars, and not for sweetest loves— This is the garden, which, for many a year, Has been the garden plot where men raise gloves! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD SEASIDE THOUGHTS by BERNARD BARTON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 22 by BLISS CARMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. CHRISTMAS EVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |