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“Come into the garden, Maud” Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown! Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning moves, ... Poet: Alfred, Lord Tennyson	A Forsaken Garden In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down’s edge between windward and lee, Walled round with rocks as an inland island, The ghost of a garden fronts the sea. A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses The steep, square slope... Poet: Algernon Charles Swinburne	“There is a garden in her face” From “An Houre’s Recreation in Musicke,” 1606 THERE is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow; There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry-ripe... Poet: Anonymous	Garden Fairies Keen was the air, the sky was very light, Soft with shed snow my garden was, and white, And, walking there, I heard upon the night Sudden sound of little voices, Just the prettiest of noises. It was the strangest, subtlest, sweetest sound,... Poet: Philip Bourke Marston
Epigrams on his Garden Shed I. Beware of building! I intended Rough logs and thatch, and thus it ended. II. Instead of a pound or two, spending a mint Must serve me at least, I believe, with a hint, That building... Poet:	The Garden of Proserpine Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For... Poet:	I haven't told my garden yet — I haven't told my garden yet — Lest that should conquer me. I haven't quite the strength now To break it to the Bee — I will not name it in the street For shops would stare at me — That one so shy —... Poet:	My Garden — like the Beach — My Garden — like the Beach — Denotes there be — a Sea — That's Summer — Such as These — the Pearls She fetches — such as Me Poet:
New feet within my garden go — New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod ; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green,... Poet:	The Task (Cowper)/Book III ─ The Garden As one who, long in thickets and in brakes Entangled, winds now this way and now that His devious course uncertain, seeking home; Or, having long in miry ways been foil'd, And sore discomfited, from slough to slough ... Poet: