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Robert Laurence Binyon - Down In A Shaded Garden
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Down in a shaded garden
 I laid upon earth my head:
 The deep trees murmured, darkly fresh,
 Over my bed;
 I looked through living leaves to the sky,
 Odours and songs were quivering nigh;
 The warm grass touched my cheek as I lay
 And care from me was far away.
 As a child to its mother, to Earth I drew;
 I felt her true.

 Of Life, sweet Life, enamoured,
 I closed my eyes, to feel
 The sweetness pierce to the inmost veins
 And the whole heart steal;
 Sacred Life, more sweet and fair
 Than all her children of earth and air,
 Fountain dearer than joy in the breast,
 In the blue I adored, in the grass I caressed:
 Then Earth, my mother, leaned to my ear,
 And spoke me clear.

 To thee the rose her odour,
 Her glory dedicates;
 And thee the pink`s sweet--budded fringe
 Of snow awaits.
 For thee is the sprinkled fire of the broom,
 For thee the azalea burns her bloom;
 O child, does thy heart not tell thee how
 Thy joy is answered from every bough?
 In the throat of the bird, in the sap of the tree,
 `Tis all for thee!

 Stricken with joy and wonder
 I raised my eyes around,
 And saw what mystery flowered for me
 In that enchanted ground!
 The roses, the roses, rich--entwined,
 Heavy with love to me inclined;
 Yearning up from the dusk of death
 They trembled toward me with living breath.
 O none that loved me is dead, I knew,
 And each is true.
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