So 



through a tangle of bright portulaca; cab- 

 bages sit cheek -by- jowl with phlox; tall, 

 full-podded pea-vines make room on their 

 bush for their kindred, the sweet-pea. 



No foot of earth is bare. Here be green 

 stems of broom, dreaming through a leaf- 

 less summer of its February flowering. Co- 

 chorus, too, all anocl with ragged yellow 

 balls, touch-me-nots, four-o'clocks, pretty-by- 

 nights, sweet-williams, cowslip, purple flag 

 all the pretty, quaintly -named, old-fash- 

 ioned crew. Wild things beside. Daphne 

 knows well the secrets of field and wood. 

 Thence she has brought hither blue-bell and 

 columbine purple, red, and white flower- 

 de-luce, scarlet catch-fly, yarrow green and 

 feathery butterfly-weed, swamp-honeysuc- 

 kle that learned folk call azalea Heaven 

 knows what beside. Each after his kind, 

 she plants, tends, coaxes into flower. Save, 

 indeed, the coy yellow lady-slipper, who will 

 not be comforted for her wood-sprites, and 

 sends up her green stalk bare of its yellow 

 glory. 



The strength of the garden is its herbs 

 so many, so various whose names were 

 never writ in the wisest man's book. Com- 

 monplace savors, sage, fennel, dill, caraway, 

 sweet basil, sweet marjoram, thyme, tansy, 



