MIDSUMMER GARDEN

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVII, 10 December 1927, Page 11

MIDSUMMER GARDEN

Th* |\rden i* so drowsy, with it* roses, It* mignonette and languid eglantine, I sometimes feel that ererything repose* Except th* singing spirit that is mine. 1 sometime* feel that everything i* dreaming, My laughter i* th* only thing that •way* Against th* garden wall, where sunlight, gleaming, Ha* swept aside each »hadow »hape ' that playa. Youth—l will dip my finger* in the fountain, And send a Hash of water toward the akyl And try to be unconscious of the mountain That towers in the background, purple high. Love' 1 will blow my kisses through the distance And murmur of a faith that will not break. Though quite serene, yet with an odd insistence, The garden slumber* on—and will not wake. The garden i* so drowsy, with it* heather, It’s bluebells and it* lacelike maiden-hair, That, through the silences, I ask it whether It know* that I, alive, am walking there! I wonder can it hear my pulses If it i* conscious of my dancing thrilling, Or if I mean no more than bees, distilling Their honey from vague flowers that gre sweet! —Margaret Sangster.