Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | Miscellaneous Poems. II. My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden | By Alice Meynell (18471922) |
| | Questo ne patti nostri, Amor, non era. |
| LORENZO DE MEDICI. |
MY heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, | |
Into thy garden; thine be happy hours | |
Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers, | |
From root to crowning petal, thine alone. | |
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Thine is the place from where the seeds are sown | 5 |
Up to the sky enclosed, with all its showers. | |
But ah, the birds, the birds! Who shall build bowers | |
To keep these thine? O friend, the birds have flown. | |
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For as these come and go, and quit our pine | |
To follow the sweet season, or, new-comers, | 10 |
Sing one song only from our alder-trees, | |
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My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine, | |
Flit to the silent world and other summers, | |
With wings that dip beyond the silver seas. | | | |
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