Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Garden at Bemerton
By Lizette Woodworth Reese (18561935)Y
How sweet this English garden grows!
Steeped in two centuries’ sun and musk,
Walled from the world in gray repose,
Harbor of honey-freighted bees,
And wealthy with the rose.
Nod by the bitter marigold;
Here nightingales with haunting notes,
When west and east with stars are bold,
From out the twisted hawthorn trees
Sing back the weathers old.
The leaves a sudden whiteness show,
And delicate noises fill the grass;
The only flakes its spaces know
Are petals blown off briers long,
And heaped on blades below.
’Tis more than these that keeps it rare!
We see the saintly Master here
Pacing along the alleys fair,
And catch the throbbing of a song
Across the amber air!