My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;
Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain -
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten -
After the stillness, will spring come again?
The Garden
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: autumn, dark, heart, rain, spring, sunshine, wind, clear, cold, morning, tired, golden, heavy, spark, april, snow, april fools, garden, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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