Poems (Hardy)/In the garden
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IN THE GARDEN
ONCE I lay dozing on a summer day
Beneath an oak around whose shadows swept
The garden paths my neighbor owns for me,
A "Phaedo" fallen from my drowsy hand,
And lying open on the clipped cool grass.
From daughters of his house, two fairy girls
Whose infant daring makes their ways a joy
To childless men like me, I heard,—or dreamed
I heard,—much cunning wisdom there in this:
Beneath an oak around whose shadows swept
The garden paths my neighbor owns for me,
A "Phaedo" fallen from my drowsy hand,
And lying open on the clipped cool grass.
From daughters of his house, two fairy girls
Whose infant daring makes their ways a joy
To childless men like me, I heard,—or dreamed
I heard,—much cunning wisdom there in this:
"Now, Am'ranth, look! This is a golden dish—"
(She showed an acorn's empty grizzled cup)—
"Like that we read of in the book at home
About the king's great dinner in the hall;
And I will bring us honey from the rose,
The red rose by the hedge,—that is the best,—
A golden dish for you, and one for me."
And then the talking fairy tiptoe stood
To spill its dewdrops in her acorn-cup
(She showed an acorn's empty grizzled cup)—
"Like that we read of in the book at home
About the king's great dinner in the hall;
And I will bring us honey from the rose,
The red rose by the hedge,—that is the best,—
A golden dish for you, and one for me."
And then the talking fairy tiptoe stood
To spill its dewdrops in her acorn-cup
Thus led to fairy-land, spoke in its lore
The other little maid and turned and laughed:
"And I will get the bread, white bread and sweet,
Upon some pretty plates for you and me."
(Petals white, I saw, of roses, laid in heaps
On round nasturtium leaves of tender green.)
The other little maid and turned and laughed:
"And I will get the bread, white bread and sweet,
Upon some pretty plates for you and me."
(Petals white, I saw, of roses, laid in heaps
On round nasturtium leaves of tender green.)
"This book,"—the honey damsel thus went on,—
"'Tis not a pretty book, he will not care;
This book will make a table wide enough."
And here she spread her fairy meal of bread,
And set her bowls of honey on the words,—
His very words, O Plato,—his who drank
The hemlock! But on I drowsed to hear
The feast proceed, half-minded, too, to join;
Yet, fearing I might break the lovely spell
And turn their honey back to dew, I slept
With eyelids circumspect.
With eyelids circumspect."That hollyhock
Shall be the tall man with the sword that stands
Behind the king; I am the king, Am'ranth,
And you may be the queen."
And you may be the queen.""You have no crown,
Ellice; how can you be a king at all?"
"'Tis not a pretty book, he will not care;
This book will make a table wide enough."
And here she spread her fairy meal of bread,
And set her bowls of honey on the words,—
His very words, O Plato,—his who drank
The hemlock! But on I drowsed to hear
The feast proceed, half-minded, too, to join;
Yet, fearing I might break the lovely spell
And turn their honey back to dew, I slept
With eyelids circumspect.
With eyelids circumspect."That hollyhock
Shall be the tall man with the sword that stands
Behind the king; I am the king, Am'ranth,
And you may be the queen."
And you may be the queen.""You have no crown,
Ellice; how can you be a king at all?"
"Well, I can make one of this white bell-vine,
And here is one for you; now let us eat."
But lo, the wind had spilt their honey on my book,
And their ambrosial bread about the grass.
And here is one for you; now let us eat."
But lo, the wind had spilt their honey on my book,
And their ambrosial bread about the grass.
And so they gayly laughed and said, "Let's play
Some other thing," and ran away. And now
I hear their laughter, sweeter than the brook
That echoes with it from the garden trees.
Some other thing," and ran away. And now
I hear their laughter, sweeter than the brook
That echoes with it from the garden trees.