In a Garden

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2> In a Garden </h2> <p>Gushing from the mouths of stone men<br/> To spread at ease under the sky<br/> In granite-lipped basins,<br/> Where iris dabble their feet<br/> And rustle to a passing wind,<br/> The water fills the garden with its rushing,<br/> In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns.<br/> <br/> Damp smell the ferns in tunnels of stone,<br/> Where trickle and plash the fountains,<br/> Marble fountains, yellowed with much water.<br/> <br/> Splashing down moss-tarnished steps<br/> It falls, the water;<br/> And the air is throbbing with it.<br/> With its gurgling and running.<br/> With its leaping, and deep, cool murmur.<br/> <br/> And I wished for night and you.<br/> I wanted to see you in the swimming-pool,<br/> White and shining in the silver-flecked water.<br/> While the moon rode over the garden,<br/> High in the arch of night,<br/> And the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness.<br/> <br/> Night, and the water, and you in your whiteness, bathing!<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />