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The Garden

Do not fear.
The garden is yours
And it is yours to gather the fruits
And every flower of every kind,
And to set the high wall about it
And the closed gates.
The gates of your wall no hand shall open,
Not feet shall pass,
Through all the days until your return.
Do not fear.

But soon,
Soon let it be, your coming!
For the pathways will grow desolate waiting,
The flowers say, “Our loveliness has no eyes to behold it!”
The leaves murmur all day with longing,
All night the boughs of the trees sway themselves with longing…

O Master of the Garden,
O my sun and rain and dew,
Come quickly. 

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem


“The Garden” was published in Volume 2, Number 2 of The Seven Arts in June of 1917. 

Author


Helen Hoyt

Helen Hoyt was born in Norwalk, Connecticut, in 1887 and received her AB from Barnard College in 1909. She worked as the associate editor of Poetry magazine and authored several poetry collections, including Poems of Amis (R. J. Hoffmann, 1946), The Name of a Rose (Helen Gentry, 1931), Leaves of Wild Grape (Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1929), and Apples Here in My Basket (Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1924). She died in Saint Helena, California, in 1972.

Date Published: 2016-11-20

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/garden-2