SONNET IN A GARDEN
by: Josephine Preston Peabody
- UMB Mother
of all music, let me rest
- On thy great heart while summer days pass by;
- While all the heat up-quivers, let me lie
- Close gathered to the fragrance of thy breast.
- Let not the pipe of birds from some high nest
- Give voice unto a thought of melody,
- Nor dreaming clouds afloat along the sky
- Meet any wind of promise from the west.
- Save for that grassy breath that never mars
- The peace, but seems a musing of thine own,
- Keep thy dear silence. So, embraced, alone,
- Forgetful of relentless prison-bars,
- My soul shall hear all songs, unsung, unknown,
- Uprising with the breath of all the stars.
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"Sonnet in a Garden" is
reprinted from An American Anthology, 17871900.
Ed. Edmund Clarence Stedman. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1900.