Enough Rope/Story of Mrs. W—
Appearance
Story of Mrs. W———
MY garden blossoms pink and white, A place of decorous murmuringWhere I am safe from August night And cannot feel the knife of spring.
And I may walk the pretty place Before the curtsying hollyhocksAnd laundered daisies, round of face— Good little girls, in party frocks.
My trees are amiably arrayed In pattern on the dappled sky,And I may sit in filtered shade And watch the tidy years go by.
And I may amble pleasantly And hear my neighbors list their bonesAnd click my tongue in sympathy, And count the cracks in paving stones.
My door is grave in oaken strength, The cool of linen calms my bed,And there at night I stretch my length And envy no one but the dead.