Sweet Garden-orchard! of all spots that are The loveliest surely man hath ever found. Farewell! we leave thee to heaven's peaceful care. Thee and the cottage which thou dost surround -
Dear Spot! whom we have watched with tender heed, Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown Among the distant mountains, flower and weed Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own -
O happy Garden! loved for hours of sleep, O quiet Garden! loved for waking hours. For soft half-slumbers that did gently steep Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers.
TO A BUTTERFLY
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!