Poem by Bliss Carman

The Garden of Dreams

My heart is a garden of dreams
Where you walk when day is done,
Fair as the royal flowers,
Calm as the lingering sun.

Never a drouth comes there,
Nor any frost that mars,
Only the wind of love
Under the early stars,—

The living breath that moves
Whispering to and fro,
Like the voice of God in the dusk
Of the garden long ago.

1. April Now in Morning Clad
2. Spring's Saraband
3. The Tree of Heaven
4. Peony
5. Now Is the Time of Year

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