I mind me in ted,

    en underneathe sun

    ito run

    to a garden long deserted.

    te;

    And he spade,

    t grasses Nature laid

    to sanctify .

    I called the place my wilderness,

    For no one entered t I;

    to espy,

    And passed it neertheless.

    trees erwoven wild,

    And spread t

    to keep bot,

    But not a happy child.

    Adventurous joy it was for me!

    I crept beneathe boughs, and found

    A circle smooth of mossy ground

    Beneatree.

    Old garden rose-trees  in,

    Bedropt e

    ell satisfied

    And careless to be seen.

    Long years ago it might befall,

    rim,

    the grave old gardener prided him

    On t of all.

    Some lady, stately overmuch,

    h a silken noise,

    the voice

    t likened o such.

    And to make a diadem,

    Sen may wined,

    came to mind

    t fe them.

    Otle t t lady proud,

    A cce rose,

    er brows,

    And silk was changed for shroud!

    Nor t t gardener, (full of scorns

    For men unlearned and simple phrase,)

    A c all its praise

    By creeping thorns!

    to me upon my lo,

    t

    Of science or loves compliment,

    I  as s.

    It did not move my grief to see

    trace of ep departed:

    Because ted,

    ther place for me!

    Friends, blame me not! a narrow ken

    the sun and sward;

    e draerward,

    e feel then.