AND it is fair and very fair <br />This maze of blossom and sweet air, <br />This drift of orchard snows, <br />This royal promise of the rose <br />Wherein your young eyes see <br />Such buds of scented joys to be. <br />A gay green garden, softly fanned <br />By the blythe breeze that blows <br />To speed your ship of dreams to the enchanted land. <br /> <br />But I--beyond the budding screen <br />Of green and red and white and green, <br />Behind the radiant show <br />Of things that cling and grow and glow <br />I see the plains where lie <br />The hopes of days gone by: <br />Gray breadths of melancholy, crossed <br />By winds that coldly blow <br />From that cold sea wherein my argosy is lost.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-rosamund/
