THE WISTARIA BOWER 



fume of haunting sweetness from their myriad 

 clusters. 



There are people who, having witnessed Queen 

 Alexandra going to and returning from her 

 crowning, say they wish to see no lovelier vision 

 while on earth. .That is because they never saw 

 her Majesty (whose astral colour must surely 

 be Wistaria mauve) walking down the Glycine 

 Pergola in the royal gardens of Athens. 



These gardens are a thing of beauty and a joy 

 for ever, a retreat of endless riches and delight. 

 But Earth, lavish mother, after giving her gifts 

 of violet-strewn spaces, of starry beds, of spring 

 flowers, of perfumed trees covered with Bride 

 Blossom, of laughing red roses reaching up to 

 kiss the turquoise sky, holds back awhile her 

 masterpiece, and you must wind your way 

 through labyrinthine paths and devious walks to 

 a centre spot whose rock and pool screen off the 

 heat and glare of day, if you would find the 



Glycine Pergola. 



MARY MOORE 



'57 



