MY GARDEN
My heart is a little gardenSet in a desert waste;The walls are rough, the door is small,And high the key is placed.None guess my hidden riches,My wealth of leaf and bloom;The gold of chaliced lilies,The roses rare perfume.Here climbs the starry jasmine,Hope’s ladder to the skies;And here like thoughts too pure for wordsThe silken moonflowers rise.Here falls the plashing fountainWith Fancy’s waters bright;Here flit Ambition’s butterflies,Winged jewels in the light.And all sweet birds are singingTheir happy songs together;So brings the year whatever cheerMy heart holds summer weather.