The Garden

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Title:     The Garden
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson [More Titles by Emerson]

Many things the garden shows,
And pleased I stray
From tree to tree
Watching the white pear-bloom,
Bee-infested quince or plum.
I could walk days, years, away
Till the slow ripening, secular tree
Had reached its fruiting-time,
Nor think it long.

 

Solar insect on the wing
In the garden murmuring,
Soothing with thy summer horn
Swains by winter pinched and worn.

[The end]
Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem: Garden

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