WITHIN my stone-walled garden <br />(I see her standing now, <br />Uplifted in the twilight, <br />With glory on her brow!) <br />I love to walk at evening <br />And watch, when winds are low, <br />The new moon in the tree-tops, <br />Because she loved it so! <br />And there entranced I listen, <br />While flowers and winds confer, <br />And all their conversation <br />Is redolent of her. <br />I love the trees that guard it, <br />Upstanding and serene, <br />So noble, so undaunted, <br />Because that was her mien. <br />I love the brook that bounds it, <br />Because its silver voice <br />Is like her bubbling laughter <br />That made the world rejoice. <br />I love the golden jonquils, <br />Because she used to say, <br />If Soul could choose a color <br />It would be clothed as they. <br />I love the blue-gray iris, <br />Because her eyes were blue, <br />Sea-deep and heaven-tender <br />In meaning and in hue. <br />I love the small wild roses, <br />Because she used to stand <br />Adoringly above them <br />And bless them with her hand. <br />These were her boon companions, <br />But more than all the rest <br />I love the April lilac, <br />Because she loved it best. <br />Soul of undying rapture! <br />How love's enchantment clings, <br />With sorcery and fragrance, <br />About familiar things!<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-magic-2/
