The Garden of Bliss

On the blooms there lies a glow,
And the twilight creeps in slow;
How thrilling by night are the diamonds young
That I see in their green, as we talk.
Up through heaven’s intense ether
They go as the dusk lays the floor —
Up through the words of their flowers,
As gone from my heart evermore, Till the stealing winds of the air
Care swift with the bough on their sheer, While I boardward aim waves so fair
To receive all the bliss of the year!

— James Collinson

• James Collinson