I mind me in ted,

    en underneathe sun

    ito run

    to a garden long deserted.

    te;

    And he spade,

    t grasses Nature laid

    to sanctify .

    I called the place my wilderness,

    For no one entered t I;

    to espy,

    And passed it neertheless.

    trees erwoven wild,

    And spread t

    to keep bot,

    But not a happy child.

    Adventurous joy it was for me!

    I crept beneathe boughs, and found

    A circle smooth of mossy ground

    Beneatree.

    Old garden rose-trees  in,

    Bedropt e

    ell satisfied

    And careless to be seen.

    Long years ago it might befall,

    rim,

    the grave old gardener prided him

    On t of all.

    Some lady, stately overmuch,

    h a silken noise,

    the voice

    t likened o such.

    And to make a diadem,

    Sen may wined,

    came to mind

    t fe them.

    Otle t t lady proud,

    A cce rose,

    er brows,

    And silk was changed for shroud!

    Nor t t gardener, (full of scorns

    For men unlearned and simple phrase,)

    A c all its praise

    By creeping thorns!

    to me upon my lo,

    t

    Of science or loves compliment,

    I  as s.

    It did not move my grief to see

    trace of ep departed:

    Because ted,

    ther place for me!

    Friends, blame me not! a narrow ken

    the sun and sward;

    e draerward,

    e feel then.

    And gladdest hours for me did glide

    In silence at tree wall:

    A thrush made gladness musical

    Upon ther side.

    Nor he nor I did eer incline

    to peck or pluck te;

    roses might

    Lead lives as glad as mine?

    to make my -e,

    I brouger from the spring

    Praised in its own low murmuring,

    And cresses glossy .

    And so, I t, my likeness grew

    (it tale)

    to Gentle  of the Dale,

    And Angelina too.

    For oft I read hin my nook

    Sucrel stories; till the breeze

    Made sounds poetic in trees,

    And t the book.

    If I s te

    I

    trees, nor feel t c

    Delig.

    My ced,

    My footstep from the moss which drew

    Its fairy circle round: anew

    ted.

    Anothere rehearse

    test are;

    No more for me! myself afar

    Do sing a sadder verse.

    A I lay

    In t c so greenly ,

    I laugo myself and t

    time will pass away.

    And still I laug fear

    But t, w away

    time, some happier play

    My womanhood would cheer.

    I kneime would pass away,

    And yet, beside tree wall,

    Dear God,  all,

    Did I look up to pray!

    time is past; and no grows

    trees,

    And I bee sepulchres

    As e rose, --

    s are given,

    And I  to lift my face,

    Reminded  place

    the color draws from heaven, --

    It somethly pain,

    But more for heavenly promise free,

    t I wo be

    t happy child again.