The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1878-10-31
Z Forsaken Garden.
BY A. c. SNIHBURNE.

Ia coign OF the cAG between lowland and
highland.
At the sea-down's edge between windwaId
and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost OF garden front the sea.
\ giri e of brushwood AMI thorn eucloses
The steep square slope Of the blossom!ess
bod
Where the weeds that grew green from tho
graves OF its roses
NOW tie dead.
The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken,
TO the low last edge Cf the long lone land.
II o step should sound or a word be spoken,
Wouli n ghost not rise at The strange guests
hand?
So long have the grey bare walls lain guestless.
Through branches ana briors If a man make
way.
He shall find no life but the sca-Yinds restless
Nirht and day.
The dense hard passage is blind and sti1cd
That crawls by track none turn to climb
To the strait waste place that the years have
rifed
ali but the thorns that are touched not OF
time.
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken:
The cas are left when he wastes the plain.
. The wiHdthgt wanders, the weeds wind-shaken,
These remain.
Eot q flower to De prest OF the foot that falls
as the heart of Il dead man theseed-pIots ar,
dry:
From the thicl,st Of thorns whence the night
ingale calls not,
Could she call. there were never . rose to
reply.
Oyer tlic meadows that blossom and wither
Eines but the note of a sea-b rd's song;
Only tue sun and the rain come hither
All year long.
The sun burns scre ami the rain disheEels
one gauut bleak blossom Of :, entlpss breath
Only the wind here hoecrs ana rcvels
In round where life seems barren as dealt.
Here there was laughing of old, there was
weeping,
Happy. Of lovers none ever will know,
Whose eyes went scawar1 2 hundred sleepine
Years ago.
Heart haudfast in heart as they stood, Loo
tlilhcr."
DID lie whisper? Look forth from the flow
crs 80 the sea;
For the foam flowers endure when the rose
blossoms with-r,
And - n that iaveIightly may debut we?"
! aud the Same wind gang end tho same waves
whitcnCd,
And forever the gardens last petals were
saed,
Ia Ihc Iirs tat hadwht=percd, the eyes that
had iight.Ecd,
Or th~y loved their life through. and men wen,
whithcrc
4 fa "a I,t,+r hot
knows?
Love deep as the sea az a rose must wither.
As the rose-red scaweed that mocks the
rose.
Shall the dead take thought for the dead to
love thrm2
what love was ever as deep as Il graye2
TEey arc loyeiess now as the grass above them
Or the wave.
Al are at one now, roses and lovers,
Not known Of the c IFS and the fields and the
Not a breath Of the time that has been hovers
Iu the al now soft with a summer to be.
Not q breath shall there sweeten the seasons
hereafter
ofthe flowers or the lovers that laugh now
or weep.
whcnas theyt that are free now % weeping and
laughter
We shall sleep.
Hero death rGla,- deal II { again for ever;
Here chang may come not tin all change
end.
From the graves they have made they shall
rise up never,
Who have lett uought living to ravage and
r2ud
Earth. stones. and thorns of the wild ground
growing,
whilc the suu and the rain live, these shall
be;
TIL a last wind lreath upon all these blowing
Rol!s the sea.
TIL the slow sea rise and the sheer elf grum-
bes,
Til terrace and meadow the deep gulfs
dg!hk,
TIL the strength Of the waves OF the high tide
humble
The fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink.
Here now in his triumph where all things
fater
Stretched oul on the spoils that his own hand
spread,
As Il god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.