POEMS.
99
Here in the garden, sheltered from the sun,
The green leaves making melody so sweet,
I sit and watch the roses one by one
And hear far off the rippling waves of wheat
Fall peacefully across the lengthened landscape o'er,
Until all sound is lost, and silence reigns once more.
The green leaves making melody so sweet,
I sit and watch the roses one by one
And hear far off the rippling waves of wheat
Fall peacefully across the lengthened landscape o'er,
Until all sound is lost, and silence reigns once more.
And very beautiful the whole world seems,
No cloud across the azured vaults of sky,
So that my fancies float on golden dreams
And bygone thoughts awake and wander by.
Dear friends and faces from the distance come and grasp
My languid hands in theirs, and tender is their clasp.
No cloud across the azured vaults of sky,
So that my fancies float on golden dreams
And bygone thoughts awake and wander by.
Dear friends and faces from the distance come and grasp
My languid hands in theirs, and tender is their clasp.
I lean my head upon my hand and gaze
Back to the past, back to the long ago,
Yet doth my full heart mutely whisper praise,
Although these tuneful bells I scarcely know,
Which now I hear, all strange, their echo sinks and swells,
For they are not mine own, my dear familiar bells!
Back to the past, back to the long ago,
Yet doth my full heart mutely whisper praise,
Although these tuneful bells I scarcely know,
Which now I hear, all strange, their echo sinks and swells,
For they are not mine own, my dear familiar bells!
And yet my present home is fresh and sweet,
The melody of birds dwells ever round
The ancient garden where the shadows meet
And mingle darkly o'er the wind-swept ground.
The melody of birds dwells ever round
The ancient garden where the shadows meet
And mingle darkly o'er the wind-swept ground.
