Part 2

The Garden in August _Gertrude Huntington McGiffert_ 46

Sun, Cardinal, and Corn Flowers _Hannah Parker Kimball_ 48

Sunflowers _Clinton Scollard_ 48

The End of Summer _Edna St. Vincent Millay_ 49

A Late Walk _Robert Frost_ 50

Color Notes _Charles Wharton Stork_ 50

The Golden Bowl _Mary McMillan_ 51

The Autumn Rose _Antoinette De Coursey Patterson_ 52

Indian Summer _Sara Teasdale_ 53

"Frost to-night" _Edith M. Thomas_ 54

November Night _Adelaide Crapsey_ 55

The Snow-Gardens _Zoë Akins_ 55

A Song for Winter _Mrs. Schuyler Van Rensselaer_ 57

WINGS AND SONG

"I meant to do my work to-day" _Richard Le Gallienne_ 60

The Hummingbird _Hermann Hagedorn_ 61

Spring Song _William Griffith_ 62

Nightingales _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 63

The Goldfinch _Odell Shepard_ 63

Kinfolk _Kate Whiting Patch_ 65

A Mocking-Bird _Witter Bynner_ 65

The Cardinal-Bird _Arthur Guiterman_ 66

Yellow Warblers _Katharine Lee Bates_ 67

Witchery _Frank Dempster Sherman_ 68

The Spring Beauties _Helen Gray Cone_ 68

The Mocking-Bird _Frank L. Stanton_ 69

The Messenger _James Stephens_ 71

Fireflies _Antoinette De Coursey Patterson_ 72

July Midnight _Amy Lowell_ 72

The Cricket in the Path _Amelia Josephine Burr_ 73

Rest at Noon _Hermann Hagedorn_ 74

Order _Paul Scott Mowrer_ 75

The Night-Moth _Marion Couthouy Smith_ 75

The Butterfly _Edwin Markham_ 76

The Secret _Arthur Wallace Peach_ 77

THE GARDENS OF YESTERDAY

The Garden _Gertrude Huntington McGiffert_ 80

Old Homes _Madison Cawein_ 81

A Puritan Lady's Garden _Sarah N. Cleghorn_ 82

The Old-fashioned Garden _John Russell Hayes_ 83

A Colonial Garden _James B. Kenyon_ 86

In my Mother's Garden _Margaret Widdemer_ 87

To the Sweetwilliam _Norman Gale_ 88

Rose-Geranium _Clement Wood_ 90

Four O'Clocks _Julia C. R. Dorr_ 91

Asking for Roses _Robert Frost_ 92

The Old Brocade _M. G. Brereton_ 93

Stairways and Gardens _Ella Wheeler Wilcox_ 94

Old Mothers _Charles Ross_ 95

PASTURES AND HILLSIDES

Song from "April" _Irene Rutherford McLeod_ 98

The Road to the Pool _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 99

The Wild Rose _Charles Buxton Going_ 99

Up a Hill and a Hill _Fannie Stearns Davis_ 100

The Joys of a Summer Morning _Henry A. Wise Wood_ 101

South Wind _Siegfried Sassoon_ 102

To a Weed _Gertrude Hall_ 102

The Pasture _Robert Frost_ 104

The Thistle _Miles M. Dawson_ 104

Clover _John B. Tabb_ 105

Wild Gardens _Ada Foster Murray_ 106

The Dandelion _Vachel Lindsay_ 107

Joe-Pyeweed _Louis Untermeyer_ 108

To a Daisy _Alice Meynell_ 109

A Soft Day _W. M. Letts_ 110

Arbutus _Adelaide Crapsey_ 111

Jewel-Weed _Florence Earle Coates_ 111

The Wall _Abbie Farwell Brown_ 112

Boulders _Charles Wharton Stork_ 114

Afternoon on a Hill _Edna St. Vincent Millay_ 115

The Golden-Rod _Margaret Deland_ 116

The Path that leads to Nowhere _Corinne Roosevelt Robinson_ 117

LOVERS AND ROSES

The Message _George Edward Woodberry_ 120

"Where love is life" _Duncan Campbell Scott_ 121

The Time of Roses _Sarojini Naidu_ 122

Love planted a Rose _Katharine Lee Bates_ 123

The Garden _Alice Meynell_ 123

Cloud and Flower _Agnes Lee_ 124

Progress _Charlotte Becker_ 125

"But we did walk in Eden" _Josephine Preston Peabody_ 125

A Garden-Piece _Edmund Gosse_ 126

"How many flowers are gently met" _George Sterling_ 127

With a Rose, to Brunhilde _Vachel Lindsay_ 127

"My soul is like a garden-close" _Thomas S. Jones, Jr._ 128

A Dream _Antoinette De Coursey Patterson_ 129

The Rose _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 130

Prayer _John Hall Wheelock_ 130

In a Garden _Livingston L. Biddle_ 131

A Song of Fairies _Elizabeth Kirby_ 131

A Song to Belinda _Theodosia Garrison_ 132

Sweetheart-Lady _Frank L. Stanton_ 133

Heart's Garden _Norreys Jephson O'Conor_ 133

A Rose Lover _Frederic A. Whiting_ 134

Sonnet _Elsa Barker_ 135

A Song in a Garden _Theodosia Garrison_ 135

"It was June in the garden" _Emile Verhaeren_ 136

Two Roses _William Lindsey_ 138

Roses _Wilfrid Wilson Gibson_ 138

Her Garden _Louis Dodge_ 139

Ære Perennius _Charles Hanson Towne_ 139

Ever the Same _Josephine Preston Peabody_ 140

The Message _Helen Hay Whitney_ 141

Tell-Tale _Oliver Herford_ 142

Da Thief _T. A. Daly_ 143

Results and Roses _Edgar A. Guest_ 145

UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH

Miracle _L. H. Bailey_ 148

The Awakening _Angela Morgan_ 149

Shade _Theodosia Garrison_ 150

Selection from "Under the Trees" _Anna Hempstead Branch_ 151

A Garden Friend _Catherine Markham_ (_Mrs. Edwin Markham_) 152

A Lady of the Snows _Harriet Monroe_ 153

The Tree _Evelyn Underhill_ 153

"Loveliest of trees" _A. E. Housman_ 155

The Spirit of the Birch _Arthur Ketchum_ 156

Family Trees _Douglas Malloch_ 156

Idealists _Alfred Kreymborg_ 158

"Draw closer, O ye trees" _Lloyd Mifflin_ 159

Trees _Bliss Carman_ 160

The Trees _Samuel Valentine Cole_ 162

The Poplars _Theodosia Garrison_ 164

Trees _Joyce Kilmer_ 165

THE LOST GARDENS OF THE HEART

As in a Rose-Jar _Thomas S. Jones, Jr._ 168

In an Old Garden _Madison Cawein_ 169

The Garden of Dreams _Bliss Carman_ 169

Homesick _Julia C. R. Dorr_ 170

The Ways of Time _William H. Davies_ 172

A Midsummer Garden _Clinton Scollard_ 172

The White Rose _Charles Hanson Towne_ 173

A Haunted Garden _Louis Untermeyer_ 174

The Dusty Hour-Glass _Amy Lowell_ 176

The Song of Wandering Aengus _W. B. Yeats_ 177

The Three Cherry Trees _Walter de la Mare_ 178

Old Gardens _Arthur Upson_ 179

The Blooming of the Rose _Anna Hempstead Branch_ 179

The Garden of Mnemosyne _Rosamund Marriott Watson_ 181

Ballade of the Dreamland Rose _Brian Hooker_ 181

The Flowers of June _James Terry White_ 183

In Memory's Garden _Thomas Walsh_ 183

Serenade _Marjorie L. C. Pickthall_ 184

"What heart but fears a fragrance?" _Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi_ 185

Years Afterward _Nancy Byrd Turner_ 186

Autumnal _Richard Middleton_ 186

"Oh, tell me how my garden grows" _Mildred Howells_ 188

Her Garden _Eldredge Denison_ 189

The Little Ghost _Edna St. Vincent Millay_ 190

Roses in the Subway _Dana Burnet_ 191

THE GARDEN OVER-SEAS

A Garden Prayer _Thomas Walsh_ 194

In the Garden-Close at Mezra _Clinton Scollard_ 195

The Cactus _Laurence Hope_ 195

The White Peacock _William Sharp_ 196

At Isola Bella _Jessie B. Rittenhouse_ 198

The Fountain _Sara Teasdale_ 199

The Champa Flower _Rabindranath Tagore_ 200

In an Egyptian Garden _Clinton Scollard_ 201

Evening in Old Japan _Antoinette De Coursey Patterson_ 202

Reflections _Amy Lowell_ 203

In the Garden _Pai Ta-Shun_ 204

The Deserted Garden _Pai Ta-Shun_ 204

A Roman Garden _Florence Wilkinson Evans_ 205

Como in April _Robert Underwood Johnson_ 207

An Exile's Garden _Sophie Jewett_ 207

The Cloister Garden at Certosa _Richard Burton_ 208

A Garden in Venice _Dorothy Frances Gurney_ 209

In a Garden of Granada _Thomas Walsh_ 210

Amiel's Garden _Gertrude Huntington McGiffert_ 211

Eden-Hunger _William Watson_ 212

The Garden at Bemerton _Lizette Woodworth Reese_ 212

In an Oxford Garden _Arthur Upson_ 213

THE HOMELY GARDEN

"Grandmother's gathering boneset" _Edith M. Thomas_ 216

A Breath of Mint _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 217

A Seller of Herbs _Lizette Woodworth Reese_ 218

Lavender _W. W. Blair Fish_ 219

Dawn in my Garden _Marguerite Wilkinson_ 221

The Proud Vegetables _Mary McNeil Fenollosa_ 221

The Choice _Katharine Tynan_ 223

Thoughts fer the Discuraged Farmer _James Whitcomb Riley_ 225

Grace for Gardens _Louise Driscoll_ 226

SILVER BELLS AND COCKLE SHELLS

Planting _Robert Livingston_ 230

Spring Patchwork _Abbie Farwell Brown_ 231

Baby's Valentine _Laura E. Richards_ 232

Baby Seed Song _E. Nesbit_ 234

Rain in the Night _Amelia Josephine Burr_ 235

A Little Girl's Songs--I, Spring Song; II, Velvets (By a Bed of Pansies) _Hilda Conkling_ (_six years old_) 236

When Swallows Build _Catherine Parmenter_ (_eleven years old_) 238

Spring Planting _Helen Hay Whitney_ 239

If I could dig like a Rabbit _Rose Strong Hubbell_ 239

The Little God _Katharine Howard_ 240

Daisies _Frank Dempster Sherman_ 241

The Anxious Farmer _Burges Johnson_ 242

Over the Garden Wall _Emily Selinger_ 243

The Flowerphone _Abbie Farwell Brown_ 244

The Faithless Flowers _Margaret Widdemer_ 245

The Flower-School _Rabindranath Tagore_ 246

Iris Flowers _Mary McNeil Fenollosa_ 247

If I were a Fairy _Charles Buxton Going_ 249

Fringed Gentians _Amy Lowell_ 250

The Scissors-Man _Grace Hazard Conkling_ 250

THE GARDEN OF LIFE

God's Garden _Richard Burton_ 254

"The Lord God planted a garden" _Dorothy Frances Gurney_ 255

The Lilies _George E. Woodberry_ 255

Barter _Sara Teasdale_ 256

Sonnet _John Masefield_ 257

The Tilling _Cale Young Rice_ 258

Safe _Robert Haven Schauffler_ 259

Sorrow in a Garden _May Riley Smith_ 260

Moth-Flowers _Jeanne Robert Foster_ 262

Alchemy _Sara Teasdale_ 262

Flowers in the Dark _Sarah Orne Jewett_ 263

Welcome _John Curtis Underwood_ 264

The Child in the Garden _Henry van Dyke_ 265

A Wonder Garden _Frederic A. Whiting_ 266

From a Car-Window _Ruth Guthrie Harding_ 267

Song of the Weary Traveller _Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff_ 267

Cobwebs _Louise Imogen Guiney_ 268

Blind _Harry Kemp_ 269

Herb of Grace _Amelia Josephine Burr_ 270

Before Mary of Magdala came _Edwin Markham_ 270

Conscience _Margaret Steele Anderson_ 273

Rosa Mystica _Katharine Tynan_ 273

The Mystery _Ralph Hodgson_ 275

The Rose _Angela Morgan_ 275

For These _Edward Thomas_ (_Edward Eastaway_) 276

Samuel Gardner _Edgar Lee Masters_ 277

Seeds _John Oxenham_ 278

"Lord, I ask a Garden" _R. Arevalo Martinez_ 279

My Flower-Room _Ella Wheeler Wilcox_ 280

"Vestured and veiled with twilight" _Rosamund Marriott Watson_ 282

The Fruit Garden Path _Amy Lowell_ 283

Wood Song _Sara Teasdale_ 284

A Prayer _Edwin Markham_ 284

The Philosopher's Garden _John Oxenham_ 285

Index of Titles 287

Index of Authors 297

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WITHIN GARDEN WALLS

EARTH

_Grasshopper, your fairy song And my poem alike belong To the deep and silent earth From which all poetry has birth; All we say and all we sing Is but as the murmuring Of that drowsy heart of hers When from her deep dream she stirs: If we sorrow, or rejoice, You and I are but her voice._

_Deftly does the dust express In mind her hidden loveliness, And from her cool silence stream The cricket's cry and Dante's dream: For the earth that breeds the trees Breeds cities too, and symphonies, Equally her beauty flows Into a savior or a rose._

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_Even as the growing grass Up from the soil religions pass, And the field that bears the rye Bears parables and prophecy. Out of the earth the poem grows Like the lily, or the rose; And all that man is or yet may be, Is but herself in agony Toiling up the steep ascent Towards the complete accomplishment When all dust shall be, the whole Universe, one conscious soul._

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_Yea, and this my poem, too, Is part of her as dust and dew, Wherein herself she doth declare Through my lips, and say her prayer._

JOHN HALL WHEELOCK

THE FURROW

Stride the hill, sower, Up to the sky-ridge, Flinging the seed, Scattering, exultant! Mouthing great rhythms To the long sea beats On the wide shore, behind The ridge of the hillside.

Below in the darkness-- The slumber of mothers-- The cradles at rest-- The fire-seed sleeping Deep in white ashes!

Give to darkness and sleep: O sower, O seer! Give me to the Earth. With the seed I would enter. O! the growth thro' the silence From strength to new strength; Then the strong bursting forth Against primal forces, To laugh in the sunshine, To gladden the world!

PADRAIC COLUM

"THERE IS STRENGTH IN THE SOIL"

There is strength in the soil; In the earth there is laughter and youth. There is solace and hope in the upturned loam. And lo, I shall plant my soul in it here like a seed! And forth it shall come to me as a flower of song; For I know it is good to get back to the earth That is orderly, placid, all-patient! It is good to know how quiet And noncommittal it breathes, This ample and opulent bosom That must some day nurse us all!

ARTHUR STRINGER

IN THE WOMB

Still rests the heavy share on the dark soil: Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies: The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes.

The unbudding hedgerows dark against day's fires Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim Over the unregarding city's spires The lonely beauty shines alone for him.

And day by day the dawn or dark unfolds And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see How in her womb the mighty mother moulds The infant spirit for eternity.

"A. E." (GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL)

PUTTING IN THE SEED

You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.

(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me,

Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,

The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

ROBERT FROST

THE WHISPER OF EARTH

In the misty hollow, shyly greening branches Soften to the south wind, bending to the rain. From the moistened earthland flutter little whispers, Breathing hidden beauty, innocent of stain.

Little plucking fingers tremble through the grasses, Little silent voices sigh the dawn of spring, Little burning earth-flames break the awful stillness, Little crying wind-sounds come before the King.

Powers, dominations urge the budding of the crocus, Cherubim are singing in the moist cool stone, Seraphim are calling through the channels of the lily, God has heard the earth-cry and journeys to His throne.

EDWARD J. O'BRIEN

"WITHIN THE GARDEN THERE IS HEALTHFULNESS"

Within the garden there is healthfulness.

Lavishly it gives it us In light that cleaves To every movement of its thousand hands Of palms and leaves.

And the good shade where it accepts, After long journeyings, Our steps, Pours on the weary limb A force of life and sweetness like Its mosses dim.

When the lake is playing with the wind and sun. It seems a crimson heart Within, all ardent, has begun To throb with the moving wave; The gladiolus and the fervent rose, Which in their splendor move unshadowèd, Upon their vital stems expose Their cups of gold and red.

Within the garden there is healthfulness.

EMILE VERHAEREN

IN A GARDEN

I stood within a Garden during rain Uncovering to the drops my lifted brow: O joyous fancy, to imagine now I slip, with trees and clouds, the social chain, Alone with nature, naught to lose or gain Nor even to become; no, just to be A moment's personal essence, wholly free From needs that mold the heart to forms of pain. Arise, I cried, and celebrate the hour! Acclaim serener gladness; if it fail, New courage, nobler vision, will survive That I have known my kinship to the flower, My brotherhood with rain, and in this vale Have been a moment's friend to all alive.

HORACE HOLLEY

A SHOWER

You may have seen, when winds were high, That hesitant buds would not unfold In garden-borders chill and dry, Bright with the Easter-lilies' gold.

Then, suddenly, would come a shower-- The big breeze veering to the west-- And happier music filled the bower Above the thrush's hidden nest:

The elm-tree's inconspicuous bloom Vanished amidst her little leaves; In box and bay a fragrant gloom Inspired the wren's recitatives:

The woods assumed their delicate green And spoke in songs that brought you bliss: Ay, and your withered heart has been Quickened on such a day as this!

ROWLAND THIRLMERE

THE RAIN

I hear leaves drinking Rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; 'Tis a sweet noise to hear These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out, After this Rain shall stop, A wondrous Light will fill Each dark, round drop; I hope the Sun shines bright; 'Twill be a lovely sight.

WILLIAM H. DAVIES

THE DEWS

We come and go, as the breezes blow, But whence or where Hath ne'er been told in the legends old By the dreaming seer. The welcome rain to the parching plain And the languid leaves, The rattling hail on the burnished mail Of the serried sheaves, The silent snow on the wintry brow Of the aged year, Wends each his way in the track of day From a clouded sphere: But still as the fog in the dismal bog Where the shifting sheen Of the spectral lamp lights the marshes damp, With a flash unseen We drip through the night from the starlids bright, On the sleeping flowers, And deep in their breast is our perfumed rest Through the darkened hours: But again with the day we are up and away With our stolen dyes, To paint all the shrouds of the drifting clouds In the eastern skies.

JOHN B. TABB

SONNET

It may be so; but let the unknown be. We, on this earth, are servants of the sun. Out of the sun comes all the quick in me, His golden touch is life to everyone.

His power it is that makes us spin through space, His youth is April and his manhood bread, Beauty is but a looking on his face, He clears the mind, he makes the roses red.