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Pervious to thy nature;
THE DESERTED GARDEN.
I mind me in the days departed,
To a garden long deserted.
The beds and walks were vanished quite ; And wheresoe'er had struck the spade, The greenest grasses Nature laid,
To sanctify her right.
I called the place my wilderness,
And passed it ne'ertheless.
The trees were interwoven wild,
But not a happy child.
Adventurous joy it was for me!
Beneath a poplar-tree.
Old garden rose-trees hedged it in,
And careless to be seen.
Long years ago it might befall,
On these the most of all.
Some lady, stately overmuch,
That likened her to such.
And these, to make a diadem,
That few would look at them.
Oh, little thought that lady proud,
And silk was changed for shroud !
Nor thought that gardener, (full of scorns
By creeping through the thorns!
To me upon my low moss seat,
I ween they smelt as sweet.
It did not move my grief to see
The blither place for me!
Friends, blame me not! a narrow ken, Has childhood 'twixt the sun and swar:l : We draw the moral afterward
We feel the gladness then.
And gladdest hours for me did glide
Upon the other side.
Nor he nor I did e'er incline
Lead lives as glad as mine?
To make my hermit-home complete,
And cresses glossy wet.
And so, I thought, my likeness grew
And Angelina too.
For oft I read within my nook
And then I shut the book.
If I shut this wherein I write
Delighting in delight.
My childhood from my life is parted,
The garden is deserted.
Another thrush may there rehearse
Do sing a sadder verse.
Ah me, ah me! when erst I lay
“The time will pass away.'
And still I laughed, and did not fear
My womanhood would cheer.
I knew the time would pass away,
Did I look up to.pray!
The time is past;—and now that grows
As well as the white rose,
When graver, meeker thoughts are given, And I have learnt to lift my face, Reminded how earth's greenest place
The colour draws from heaven -
It something saith for earthly pain,
That happy child again.
O Wiesheit! Du red'st wie eine Taube !–GOETIIE.
My little doves have left a nest
Upon an Indian tree,
Or motion from the sea;
The tropic flowers looked up to it,
The tropic stars looked down, And there my little doves did sit,
With feathers softly brown, And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.