| Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921. |
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| II. The Children of the Night |
| 20. The Garden |
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| THERE is a fenceless garden overgrown | |
| With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves; | |
| And once, among the roses and the sheaves, | |
| The Gardener and I were there alone. | |
| He led me to the plot where I had thrown | 5 |
| The fennel of my days on wasted ground, | |
| And in that riot of sad weeds I found | |
| The fruitage of a life that was my own. | |
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| My life! Ah, yes, there was my life, indeed! | |
| And there were all the lives of humankind; | 10 |
| And they were like a book that I could read, | |
| Whose every leaf, miraculously signed, | |
| Outrolled itself from Thought’s eternal seed. | |
| Love-rooted in God’s garden of the mind. | |
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