About

BGM_Herb_Garden

Welcome to the garden!

Speak not — whisper not;
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;
While, unmoved to watch and ward,
‘Mid its gloomed and saisied sward,
Stands with bowed and dewy head
That one little leaden Lad.

 –The Sunken Garden by Walter de la Mare, 1873 – 1958

Email: speaknotwhispernot@gmail.com
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One Response to About

  1. Mike says:

    This is a lovely surprise – thank you.

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