Children of the Night — The Garden

The Garden There is a fenceless garden overgrown With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves;

And once, among the roses and the sheaves, The Gardener and I were there alone.

He led me to the plot where I had thrown The fennel of my days on wasted ground, And in that riot of sad weeds I found The fruitage of a life that was my own.

My life!

Ah, yes, there was my life, indeed!

And there were all the lives of humankind;

And they were like a book that I could read, Whose every leaf, miraculously signed, Outrolled itself from Thought's eternal seed, Love-rooted in God's garden of the mind.