The Name On The Tree

I saw a name carved on a tree     "Julia";     A simpler name there could not be     Julia:     But seeing it I seemed to see     A Devon garden, pleasantly     About a parsonage, the bee     Made drowsy-sweet; where rosemary     And pink and phlox and peony     Bowed down to one     Whom Herrick made to bloom in Poetry.     A moment there I saw her stand,     Julia;     A gillyflower in her hand,     Julia:     And then, kind-faced and big and bland,     As raised by some magician's wand,     Herrick himself passed by, sun-tanned,     And smiling; and the quiet land     Seemed to take on and understand     A dream long dreamed,     And for the lives of two some gladness planned.     And then I seemed to hear a sigh,     "Julia!"     And someone softly walking nigh,     Julia:     The leaves shook; and a butterfly     Trailed past; and through the sleepy sky     A bird flew, crying strange its cry     Then suddenly before my eye     Two lovers strolled They knew not why     I looked amazed,     But I had seen old ghosts of long dead loves go by.