Revery
by John Jay Chapman (1862-1933)

I have a garden,—weeds paradise call it;
      The moles hold the paths in fee;
            The wild creepers rave
            O’er the flowers’ grave,
      O’er box-row and nodding pear-tree.
The heart-broken, moss-covered railings that wall it,
      Have made an arbor for me;
            And I lie in an angle
            Of the dappled tangle
      And dream of Energy.

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