The Garden / Sara Teasdale

The Garden

My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
   Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
   The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;

Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
   And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain —
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten —
   After the stillness, will spring come again?

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Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
from Flame and Shadow, 1920

[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]

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