L'ENFOI 



THE VESPER GARDEN 



I know a garden fair where fountains play 

 And cooling zephyrs blow through fragrant 



boughs. 

 There purling streams are cut by petal-prows 

 Of faerie flower-boats a-saU that way. 



The air is white with Hawthorn-blossoms 



blown 

 Like falling flecks of snow to deck the earth. 

 And patient mother-soil who gave them birth, 

 Smiles to see them mumming winter flown. 



As crimson sunset, when the day is done. 

 Full red blow Roses filling every bower 

 With glorious radiance. What subtle power 

 Of potent magic they from love have won! 



225 



