Bring the hum-birds to the sweetness
In their bosoms.
And by day the sunlight golden
On the granite
Glistens, and by night the silver starlight
From some near planet.
Something missing from the garden?
But the mountain
Ceaseless pours a secret streamlet
Filmy from the fountain;
And that streamlet winds blow, wave-like,
Down the flowers,
And, in the mist, faint, flickering rainbows
Flash through mimic showers.
Something wanting in the garden
When all's bright there?
Color in the daytime,
Perfume in the night there?
Then what missing from the garden
Spoils its pleasance?—
Just a breath of something human;
Just one presence.
THREE FLOWERS OF THE GARDEN
Three blossoms in a happy garden grow—
Have care, for this one, lo, is white as any snow:
Its name is Peace.
Three flowers—and one, in hue, a delicate gold;
A harsh breath, then its golden leaves shall droop and fold
Its name is Joy.
