 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“SOMETHING MISSING FROM THE GARDEN”
Something missing from the garden?
But all 's bright there;
Color in the daytime,
Perfume in the night there.
But all 's bright there;
Color in the daytime,
Perfume in the night there.
Something wanting in the garden?
Yet the blossoms
Bring the hum-birds to the sweetness
In their bosoms.
Yet the blossoms
435
In their bosoms.
And by day the sunlight golden
On the granite
Glistens, and by night the silver starlight
From some near planet.
On the granite
Glistens, and by night the silver starlight
From some near planet.
Something missing from the garden?
But the mountain
Ceaseless pours a secret streamlet
Filmy from the fountain;
But the mountain
Ceaseless pours a secret streamlet
Filmy from the fountain;
And that streamlet winds blow, wave-like,
Down the flowers,
And, in the mist, faint, flickering rainbows
Flash through mimic showers.
Down the flowers,
And, in the mist, faint, flickering rainbows
Flash through mimic showers.
Something wanting in the garden
When all 's bright there?
Color in the daytime,
Perfume in the night there?
When all 's bright there?
Color in the daytime,
Perfume in the night there?
Then what missing from the garden
Spoils its pleasance?—
Just a breath of something human;
Just one presence.
Spoils its pleasance?—
Just a breath of something human;
Just one presence.
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