A GARDEN IS LOVE S HEART 



A row of sunflowers by a paling, 



A wicket left upon the latch, 

 A summer-house with woodbine trailing, 



And ivy creeping o'er the thatch. 



A footfall on the garden gravel, 



A quick'ning heart, a whisper'd word; 



A youth, burnt brown with foreign travel, 

 Come back to claim a hope deferred. 



O happy, happy time of Love's beginning, 



Ere ever we can guess that storms are near, 

 Sunlight dancing, buds unfolding, thrushes 



singing, 



Golden Summer of the soul and of the year! 



VIOLET FANE. 



One Flower 



When autumn suns are soft, and sea winds moan, 

 And golden fruits make sweet the golden air, 

 In gardens where the apple-blossoms were, 



In these old springs before I walked alone; 



I pass among the pathways overgrown, 



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