Xxi

Within the garden there is healthfulness.

Lavishly it gives it us In light that cleaves To every movement of its thousand hands Of palms and leaves.

And the good shade where it accepts, After long journeyings, Our steps, Pours on the weary limb A force of life and sweetness like Its mosses dim.

When the lake is playing with the wind and sun, It seems a crimson heart Within, all ardent, has begun To throb with the moving wave; The gladiolus and the fervent rose, Which in their splendour move unshadowèd, Upon their vital stems expose Their cups of gold and red.

Within the garden there is healthfulness.