Gardens

Which May had painted with his softe showers
This garden full of leaves and of flowers
Chaucer, The Frankeleyns Tale

Speak not - whisper not;
Here bloweth thyme and bergamot; ...
Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh,
Lean-stalked, purple lavender....
Walter de la Mare, The Sunken Garden

Here, in this sequestered close,
Bloom the hyacinth and rose;
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here, without a pang, one sees
Ranks, conditions, and degrees.
Austin Dobson, A Garden Song

I used to love my garden,
But now my love is dead,
For I found a bachelor's button
In black-eyed Susan's bed.
Anonymous

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth;
One is nearer God's Heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
Dorothy Frances Gurney, God's Garden

Of fountains spouted up and showering down
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose:
And all about us peal'd the nightingale,
Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare.
Tennyson, The Princess

My garden is a forest ledge
Which older forests bound;
The banks slope down to the blue lake-edge,
Then plunge to depths profound.
Emerson, My Garden

Yes, in the poor man's garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers -
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
Mary Howitt, The Poor Man's Garden