 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
MY GARDEN.
O my Garden, full of roses,
Red as passion and as sweet,
Failing not when summer closes,
Lasting on through cold and heat!
Red as passion and as sweet,
Failing not when summer closes,
Lasting on through cold and heat!
O my Garden, full of lilies,
White as peace, and very tall,
In your midst my heart so still is
I can hear the least leaf fall!
White as peace, and very tall,
In your midst my heart so still is
I can hear the least leaf fall!
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O my Garden, full of singing
From the birds that house therein,
Sweet notes down the sweet day ringing
Till the nightingales begin!
From the birds that house therein,
Sweet notes down the sweet day ringing
Till the nightingales begin!
O my Garden, where such shade is,
O my Garden, bright with sun;
O my loveliest of Ladies,
Of all Gardens sweetest one!
O my Garden, bright with sun;
O my loveliest of Ladies,
Of all Gardens sweetest one!
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