Category: Poetry
_Know you a garden near the road? Its walls are very high; A gift of dream on me bestowed, And covered with the sky: There one may walk and talk and talk, Forgetful of aught else but friends, When twilight into evening blends._
How many Christs have we two crucified; How many prophets have we sawn asunder; What wild woe have we wrought: how deep, how wide The wrong committed! In the sky God's thunder T...
1. Part 1_Know you a garden near the road? Its walls are very high; A gift of dream on me bestowed, And covered with the sky: There one may walk and talk and talk, Forgetful of aught els...
2. Part 2O will you come with me away, Brother--my Brother! The night is spent, and breaks the day, Brother--my Brother! Have done with the dream and the pillowing stone! Awake! Over vas...
4. Part 4I wait the summons; gladly go Against the rain; They will be seated row on row Here once again: And in that brave, loved company What song and laughter there will be, When I res...