The Sunken Garden

 

Speak not — whisper not;

Silver spotted skipper (Epargyreus clarus) on ...

Silver spotted skipper (Epargyreus clarus) on Wild bergamot. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;

Softly on the evening hour,

Secret herbs their spices shower,

Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh,

Lean-stalked, purple lavender;

Hides within her bosom, too

All her sorrows, bitter rue.

Breathe not — trespass not;

Of this green and darkling spot.,

Latticed form the moon’s beams,

Perchance a distant dreamer dreams;

Perchance upon its darkening air,

The unseen ghosts of children fare,

Faintly swinging, sway and sweep,

Like lovely sea-flowers in its deep;

Designs by Bold, for Walter de la Mare's Broom...

Designs by Bold, for Walter de la Mare’s Broomsticks and Other Stories, 1925 (Photo credit: 50 Watts)

While, unmoved to watch and ward,

‘Mid its gloomed and saisied sward,

Stands with bowed and dewy head

That one little leaden Lad.

Walter de la Mare, 1873 – 1958

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