My Garden

In my garden green I seek, Where blossoms drift and play, Between the vale and the peak, I wander day by day.

O fragrant breezes whisper low, A serenade they bring, As life’s symphony is glad to flow, With nature’s gentle wing.

Among the blooms of every hue, To find sweet reason’s fire, From the rose to lark, every due, Is a peal, sweet desire.

• James Russell Lowell