There Is a Garden (verse)
Hamilton, Marion Ethel
There is a garden waits for me somewhere Across the sea, in islands cool and green. It is a country I have never seen. And yet, in dreams, I breathe its soft, grey air, And feel its white fog...
...1 think late twilights lie on emerald lawns, And shadows, like dark men, lurk under trees...
...And there are little lambs, on soft, green hills, And, I have heard, daisies and daffodils...
...And yet, in dreams, I breathe its soft, grey air, And feel its white fog fingers in my hair...
...While sound of surf from the surrounding seas Goes beating through one's sleep, into the dawns...
...0 tell me, do the heavy lilacs lean Along the lanes of villages serene...
...And is dusk luminous with plum and pear...
Vol. 6 • July 1927 • No. 11
