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Lucy Maud Montgomery - In an Old Town Garden
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Shut from the clamor of the street
  By an old wall with lichen grown,
It holds apart from jar and fret
  A peace and beauty all its own. 

The freshness of the springtime rains
  And dews of morning linger here;
It holds the glow of summer noons
  And ripest twilights of the year. 

Above its bloom the evening stars
  Look down at closing of the day,
And in its sweet and shady walks
  Winds spent with roaming love to stray, 

Upgathering to themselves the breath
  Of wide-blown roses white and red,
The spice of musk and lavender
  Along its winding alleys shed. 

Outside are shadeless, troubled streets
  And souls that quest for gold and gain,
Lips that have long forgot to smile
  And hearts that burn and ache with pain. 

But here is all the sweet of dreams,
  The grace of prayer, the boon of rest, 
The spirit of old songs and loves
  Dwells in this garden blossom-blest. 

Here would I linger for a space,
  And walk herein with memory; 
The world will pass me as it may
  And hope will minister to me.
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