Good is an Orchard, the Saint saith, <br />To meditate on life and death, <br />With a cool well, a hive of bees, <br />A hermit's grot below the trees. <br /> <br />Good is an Orchard: very good, <br />Though one should wear no monkish hood. <br />Right good, when Spring awakes her flute, <br />And good in yellowing time of fruit. <br /> <br />Very good in the grass to lie <br />And see the network 'gainst the sky, <br />A living lace of blue and green, <br />And boughs that let the gold between. <br /> <br />The bees are types of souls that dwell <br />With honey in a quiet cell; <br />The ripe fruit figures goldenly <br />The soul's perfection in God's eye. <br /> <br />Prayer and praise in a country home, <br />Honey and fruit: a man might come, <br />Fed on such meats, to walk abroad, <br />And in his Orchard talk with God.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-an-orchard/
