Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/The Child and the Heart Bereft

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Poems, Volume II by Florence Earle Coates The Child and the Heart Bereft

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THE CHILD AND THE HEART BEREFT

MY garden, long time desolate,  Were still of pleasure reft and bare But for one single, lonely bloom  That would insist on flowering there. A fragile thing, in that chill place  It grew where other joys were not, Waxing a lovelier hope each day,—  Albeit half tended, half forgot,— Until with wild, resistless charm  That sorrow's very self doth cheat, It maketh of my desert drear  A sunlit garden, fresh and sweet.