Two scores and seven
gay springs, among
the tall trees and green shrubs
I have been.
Proud and peerless,
I have danced and sung
alike in shower and sunshine.
Nude.
With trees and plants
in this garden I've been,
of roses and jasmines, of apples
and peaches;
with creepers and cuttings
and climbers green.
a chamomile blushingly
kissed my branches.
Yet often did I wish
“were I jasmine,
a Rose or at least a Lily
some day”.
The apples and peaches
I dreamt to bear; in vain,
I tried to tamper with nature's way.
What will I yield
often I wonder
the Gardener knows
what I must I render.
gay springs, among
the tall trees and green shrubs
I have been.
Proud and peerless,
I have danced and sung
alike in shower and sunshine.
Nude.
With trees and plants
in this garden I've been,
of roses and jasmines, of apples
and peaches;
with creepers and cuttings
and climbers green.
a chamomile blushingly
kissed my branches.
Yet often did I wish
“were I jasmine,
a Rose or at least a Lily
some day”.
The apples and peaches
I dreamt to bear; in vain,
I tried to tamper with nature's way.
What will I yield
often I wonder
the Gardener knows
what I must I render.
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