The gray walls of the garden
Hold grassy walks between
Bright beds of yellow blossoms,
Golden against the green.
And in the roof of the arbor
Leaves woven through and through,—
Great grape leaves, making shadows,—
Shine green against the blue.
And, O, in the August weather
What wonders new are seen!
Long beds of azure blossoms
Cool blue against the green.
The gray walls of the garden
Hold paths of pure delight,
And, in the emerald, blooms of pearl
Are white against the night.
THE MARBLE POOL
The marble pool, like the great sea, hath moods—
Fierce angers, slumbers, deep beatitudes.
In sudden gusts the pool, in lengthened waves,—
As in a mimic tempest,—tosses and raves.
In the still, drowsy, dreaming midday hours
It sleeps and dreams among the dreaming flowers.
'Neath troubled skies the surface of its sleep
Is fretted; how the big drops rush and leap!
Now 't is a mirror where the sky of night
Sees its mysterious face of starry light;
