The path runs straight between the flowering rows, <br />A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, <br />Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room <br />With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose. <br />'T is reckless prodigality which throws <br />Into the night these wafts of rich perfume <br />Which sweep across the garden like a plume. <br />Over the trees a single bright star glows. <br />Dear garden of my childhood, here my years <br />Have run away like little grains of sand; <br />The moments of my life, its hopes and fears <br />Have all found utterance here, where now I stand; <br />My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears, <br />You are my home, do you not understand?<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fruit-garden-path/
