So light and soft the days fall— <br />Like petals one by one <br />Down from yon tree whose flowers all <br />Must vanish in the sun. <br /> <br />Like almond-petals down, dear, <br />Odorous, rosy-white, <br />Falling to our green world here <br />Off the thick boughs of night. <br /> <br />One like another still lies— <br />Tomorrow is today. <br />Always the buzzing bee flies, <br />Who never flies away. <br /> <br />Ever the same blue sky rounds <br />Its chalice for the sun. <br />The mountains at the world's bounds <br />Their purple chorals run. <br /> <br />And ever you and I, friend, <br />Free of this mortal scheme, <br />Look out beyond desire's end <br />And dream the spacious dream.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-garden-in-the-desert/
