| Poems by Women |
"MY HEART SHALL BE THY GARDEN"
My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own,
Into thy garden; thine
be happy hours
Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers,
From root to
crowning petal, thine alone.
Thine is the place from where the seeds are
sown
Up to the sky inclosed, with all its showers.
But ah, the birds, the
birds! Who shall build bowers
To keep these thine? O friend, the
birds have flown.
For as these come and go, and quit our pine
To follow the sweet season,
or, new-corners,
Sing one song only from our alder-trees,
My heart has
thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine.
Flit to the silent world and
other summers,
With wings that dip beyond the silver seas.
Alice Meynell [1853-1922]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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