New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-08-03
4 FORS4KEN GARDEN.


From The london Ahencc'nh
Tn coan ~ the c'if between lowlani and highland
Al the ses-dovns edge between "indward ana ice'
walled round with rocks rs an inland hi"u"'
The Ghost o. "a garden fronts the sea-
4 rirt,,e o., h-rshwood aud thsFn incoses
ql,c .t,c,, -nu.,te s!ope OF the boSsomless bed
ha-c The VIC s that grew gwen from the graves OF Its
roses
Now lie dead
The feds IAN southwark, abrrp: and broken
Tote low last edge 81 ia" long lone land
ia step should sound OF word be srokeA'
Wonld q Ghost moi MS. az t.c strange guests G'hu'
70 long have Tie gray bgye walks ain c7ie-te's'
Through branches ana Giiels e a man make way
He shall ind no life but the sea-siuJs restless
Nsht and day.
The dense hard passage is blind and stihed
That orluIs by a tric, noue turn to CLIMB
10 the strait waste place tia; tae years have rhed
OTaI lmf the thotns that are touched not OF uho'
IL, tl-fus le .parcs whom the rose Is taNcni
T.u rocks are left when he wastes tie pam
The wind hat wauders, the weeds wlid-sil"hch'
These remain.
Not flower to he rrcst Of tac foot that falls not;
A. t be,rt az fl dead lsau tie seed plo,s aTe dry:
1 The tiictet OF tlorns whence the nightingale calls
not,
ConlJ she cali. there we're never a rose to reply.
Over the meadows that blossom and wilher
RIMS hut the note OF a sea-hird's song;
Only the sun and the rain come nitaeE
All year long.
The sun hulns sere and the rain dSheyels
One galni, bleak blossom OF scentcSS BREATH
Only the wind here hovers and reveis
In a roupd where lie seems barren as death.
Here there was laughing OF. old there was weeping
HAPPY of lovers none ever Will know
Whose ewes went scaWard a hundred sleeping
Years ago.
Heart handfast in heart as they stood "Looi tther
Did ne whisperl Look forth from the ho"efS 10 Tue
sea;
wtECr,
And men that love lightly may debut We"
And the same wind sang and tic same waves Whitehead
And or ever the GARDENS last petals were shed.
III the lips that had whispered the eyes 'na' AAD
hgnened
Love was dead.
Or they loved their life through and then went whthcFI
And were one to the eud-but what end who SnoWst
Love deep as the sea rs a rose mus; wiiher'
As the rose-led seawccd that mocks tue rose.
Shall the dead take thOuzh for the dead 10 love tAeh'
What love was ever as deep as a gravel
They are loyelcss now the grass above them
Or the wave.
Al are AZ one now, roses and lovers,
Not known Of the cliffs and the fields and the sca.
Not breath Of the tsie that has been bowers
III the air now soft with Summer TO be-
Net breath shall there svee,"n the seasons hereafter
OF the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or weep
When as they that are free OF weeping and Laughter
We shall steep.
Here death may deal not again forever;
Here change may come not I'll. all change end.
From the graves they have made tLoy shall rise MP ne eF
Who have left nouCht living 70 rayaSe and reId
Earh stones and thorns Of the wild ground growing
While the sun and the rain live, these shall be;
TIL last winds breath upon all these blowing
Roll The
TIL tie slow sea rise and tho sheer elf crurhic
I'LL terrace aud meadow the deep guits drink,
TIL the strength Of the waves Of the high ljcs humble
The fields that lessen, tie rocks that shrink
Ecre row IN his triumph where all tl' IS tater,
Stretched ont on the spells that lis own hand spread,
As god soif-slain ON his own strange ALTAR,
Death lies dead. \. t. SWINBtRAE'