What wondrous life is this I lead!

Ripe apples drop about my head;

The luscious clusters 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.

Andrew Marvell

This moral it is mine to sing:

Go learn a lesson of the flowers;

Joy's season is in life's young spring,

Then seize, like them, the fleeting hours.


My garden is a forest ledge

Which older forests bound;

The banks slope down

to the blue lake- edge

Then plunge to depths profound.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

They'd say, "But this is how

a garden's made":

To fall through days in silence dark and cool,

And hear the fountain falling

in the shade

Tell changeless time upon

the garden pool.

A childhood by this fountain wondering

Would leave impress of circle mysteries:

One would have faith that the unjustest thing

Had geometric grace past what one sees.

Richard Wilbur

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All photos this page by Elizabeth Hansen.