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The Garden of Love I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went to the heath and the wild, To the thistles and thorns of the waste; And they told me how they were beguiled, Driven out, and compelled to the... Poet: William Blake	In the Garden VI: A Peach If any sense in mortal dust remains When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower, Won from the sun all colours, drunk the shower And delicate winy dews, and gain'd the gains Which elves who sleep in airy bells, a-swing Through half a summer day, for love bestow... Poet: Edward Dowden	To a Magnolia Flower in the Garden of the Armenian Convent at Venice I saw thy beauty in its high estate Of perfect empire, where at set of sun In the cool twilight of thy lucent leaves The dewy freshness told that day was done. Hast thou no gift beyond thine ivory cone’s Surpassing loveliness? Art thou not near—... Poet: Silas Weir Mitchell	Garden and Cradle When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him, As fareth he upon his kingly way; And birdlings of the wood to him Make... Poet: Eugene Field
The Garden Where There Is No Winter “se dio ti lasci, lettor, prender frutto Di tua lezione.” Poet: Louis James Block	A Little Dutch Garden I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden, Where useful and pretty things grew,— Heart’s-ease and tomatoes, and pinks and potatoes, And lilies and onions and rue. I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden, A chubby Dutch man with a spade,... Poet: Hattie Whitney	From "The Old-Fashioned Garden" Fair is each budding thing the garden shows, From spring’s frail crocus to the latest bloom Of fading autumn. Every wind that blows Across that glowing tract sips rare perfume From all the tangled blossoms tossing there;— Soft winds, they fain would... Poet: John Russell Hayes	Sonnet in a Garden Dumb Mother of all music, let me rest On thy great heart while summer days pass by; While all the heat up-quivers, let me lie Close gathered to the fragrance of thy breast. Let not the pipe of birds from some high nest Give voice unto a thought of melody,... Poet: Josephine Preston Peabody
The Child in the Garden From The Atlantic Magazine WHEN to the garden of untroubled thought I came of late, and saw the open door, And wished again to enter, and explore The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought, And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,... Poet: Henry Van Dyke	A Little Dutch Garden I Passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden, Where useful and pretty things grew,— Heart’s-ease and tomatoes, and pinks and potatoes, And lilies and onions and rue. I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden, A chubby Dutch man with a spade,... Poet: Harriet Whitney Durbin