A Poetic Moment!

A Garden Song

HERE in this sequestered close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here,without a pang, one sees
Ranks, conditions, and degrees.

All the seasons run their race
In this quiet resting place,
Peach and apricot and fig
Here will ripen and grow big;
Here is store and overplus,--
More had not Alcino�¼s!

Here, in alleys cool and green,
Far ahead the thrush is seen;
Here along the soutern wall
Keeps the bee his festival;
All is quiet else--afar
Sounds of toil and turmoil are.

Here be shadows large and long;
Here be spaces meet for song;
Grant, O garden-god, that I,
Now that none profane is nigh,--
Now that mood and moment please,--
Find the fair Pierides!

Austin Dobson

 

Lovely, quite lovely. Obviously a gardener

 

http://www.answers.com/topic/henry-austin-dobson
No mention of him being a gardener though!? The Pierides are muses, although I think he'd already found them

 

Red Rose.

O beauty born of loving care
To breathe your fragrance on the air
Who made your scent to fill my room?
Whence came the velvet of your bloom?
You fade with every passing hour
Yet leave behind a heady power
To dream of bygone days
And drift through perfumed ways,
To seek the answer to the call
That lies within the heart of all.