stephen wilkinson - the garden lyrics
how vainly men themselves amaze
to win the palm, the oak, the bays
and their incessant labours see
crowned from single herb or tree
whose short and narrow+verged shade
does prudently their toils upbraid;
while all flowers and all trees do close
to weave the garlands of repose
fair quiet have i found thee here
and innocence thy sister dear?
mistaken long, i sought you then
in busy companies of men;
your sacred plants, if here below
only among the plants will grow:
society is all but rude
to this delicious solitude
what wondrous life is this i lead!
ripe apples fall about my head:
the luscious cl+sters of the vine
upon my mouth do crush their wine
the nectarine and curious peach
into my hands themselves do reach;
stumbling on melons as i pass
ensnared with flowers, i fall on grass
meanwhile the mind from pleasure less
withdraws into its happiness;
the mind, that ocean where each kind
doth straight its own resemblance find;
yet it creates, transcending these
far other worlds, and other seas;
annihilating all that’s made
to a green thought in a green shade
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