THE ENCHANTED GARDEN
"St. David of Wales slept seven years in the enchanted garden of Ormandine. He was rescued by St. George of England."—Brewer.
What did you dream in seven years? Seven years of a magic rose,
Seven years of a haunted thicket, clasping bramble and lily faint,
Seven years of enchanted moss, with the quiver of poplars thrown across?
What did you find in your sealed slumber? Theme for sinner or theme for saint?
Seven years of a haunted thicket, clasping bramble and lily faint,
Seven years of enchanted moss, with the quiver of poplars thrown across?
What did you find in your sealed slumber? Theme for sinner or theme for saint?
Cymiric eyes are as blue as Heaven, long-lashed, full of the need to dream,
For their hearts are tuned to the voiceless mountain, their souls are free of the rushing stream.
When the wizard lured you by wicket-gate—deft-hid gate in a wall unseen—
When the spell of the flowers took you captive, chained in the garden of Ormandine,
Were you glad—a little—to find such dreaming? Life austere, and the rush-floored cell
To be changed for a poppy's drowsy swinging, in and out, like a vesper bell?
For their hearts are tuned to the voiceless mountain, their souls are free of the rushing stream.
When the wizard lured you by wicket-gate—deft-hid gate in a wall unseen—
When the spell of the flowers took you captive, chained in the garden of Ormandine,
Were you glad—a little—to find such dreaming? Life austere, and the rush-floored cell
To be changed for a poppy's drowsy swinging, in and out, like a vesper bell?
