OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green, <br />Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air, <br />There, where you fled and I followed--you ever unseen, <br />Yet each glad pulse of me cried to my heart, 'She is there!' <br /> <br />Roses and lilies and lilies and roses again, <br />Tangle of leaves and white magic of blossoming trees, <br />Sunlight that lay where, last moment, your footstep had lain-- <br />Was not the garden enchanted that proffered me these? <br /> <br />Ah, what a garden it is since I caught you at last-- <br />Scattered the magic and shattered the spell with a kiss: <br />Wintry and dreary and cold with the wind of the past, <br />Ah that a garden enchanted should wither to this!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-enchanted-garden/
