U THINK HOW TO DIE ET 



The streets of pearl, the gates of gold, 



Are they, indeed, more peace-possessed 

 Than this white pleasaunce, pure and cold, 

 Against an amber West? 



ROSAMUND MARRIOTT WATSON. 



" In the Heart of a Garden." 



An Autumn Garden 



My tent stands in a garden 

 Of aster and golden-rod, 

 Tilled by the rain and the sunshine, 

 And sown by the hand of God, 

 And old New England pasture 

 Abandoned to peace and time, 

 And by the magic of beauty 

 Reclaimed to the sublime. 



About it are golden woodlands 



Of tulip and hickory; 



On the open ridge behind it 



You many mount to a glimpse of sea,- 



The far-off, blue, Homeric 



Rim of the world's great shield, 



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