April.
God's garden is this dim old wood, And hidden in its bosom The bursting bud, the feathery leaf And soft, sweet smelling blossom. Ho! May is fair, and glorious June, In rose leaves doth enfold her; Their bloom is richer than my own, But mine is sweeter, bolder. God's garden is this dim old wood, And I, the pretty vagrant, I am the gardener He sends To make it fair and fragrant.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"God's garden is this dim old wood,..."
Jean Blewett's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "April."... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...