Text C The Lost Garden（第1页）

TextCTheLostGarden

EllaWheelerWilcox

Therewasafairgardensloping

Fromthesoutheastsideofthemountain-ledge;

Aintofthedaing

Dhitspaths，fromtheday’sdimedge。

&skiesaroses

Ardvarieditsvelvetsod;

Andthegladbirdssang，asthesoulsupposes

TheangelssingonthehillsofGod。

Iwaherewhenmyveiing

Withlife’srarerapture，a;

Aiwasatthirsting

Forsomethihemou。

Iwaandintheblazeofglory

Thatturothepeaksofsnow，

Andthewindsfromthewestallbreathedastory

Ofrealmsandregiooknow。

Isawonthegarden’ssouthsidegrowing

&estblossomsthatbreatheofJune;

Isawihesunwasglowing，

Andthegoldairshookwithawildbird’stune;

&hedripofasilverfountain，

Andthepulseofayounglaughthrobbedwithglee;

ButstillIlookedoutoverthemountain

Whereunnamedwoedme。

Icameatlasttothe>

ThatledtothepathIlooclimb;

Butashadowfellht>

ForysidestoodgreybeardTime。

Ipaused，withfeetthatwerefaintolinger

Hardbythatgardee;