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Ballads and Lyrics of Socialism 1883-1908 . Nesbit, E. (Edith), 1858–1924.
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The Garden Refused

  • THERE is a garden, made for our delight,
  • Where all the dreams we dare not dream come true.
  • I know it, but I do not know the way.
  • We slip and stumble in the doubtful night,
  • Where everything is difficult and new,
  • And clouds our breath has made obscure the day.
  • The blank, unhappy towns, where sick men strive,
  • Still doing work that yet is never done,
  • The hymns to Gold that drown their desperate voice:
  • The weeds that grow where once corn stood alive,
  • The black injustice that puts out the sun;
  • These are our portion, since they are our choice.
  • Yet there the garden blows, with rose on rose,
  • The sunny shadow‐dappled lawns are there,
  • There the immortal lilies, heavenly‐sweet.
  • Oh roses that for us shall not unclose!
  • Oh lilies that we shall not pluck or wear!
  • Oh dewy lawns untrodden by our feet!