Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Garden

Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Garden

There is a fenceless garden overgrown br With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves; br And once, among the roses and the sheaves, br The Gardener and I were there alone. br He led me to the plot where I had thrown br The fennel of my days on wasted ground, br And in that riot of sad weeds I found br The fruitage of a life that was my own. br br My life! Ah, yes, there was my life, indeed! br And there were all the lives of humankind; br And they were like a book that I could read, br Whose every leaf, miraculously signed, br Outrolled itself from Thought’s eternal seed. br Love-rooted in God’s garden of the mind.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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