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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE GARDEN, by EDNA DAVIS ROMIG
First Line: A king had proudly walked within my garden
Last Line: Along the paths a king was wort to go.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
First Line: A king had proudly walked within my garden
Last Line: Along the paths a king was wort to go.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
A king had proudly walked within my garden
And there were purple paths for him to go,
And golden bells, and silver trumpets blowing,
And many flaming tapers, row on row . . .
When he had gone, I sang away the terror
Of loneliness. I sang away the pain.
I toiled to keep the garden's old familiar beauty
Against the time when he should come again.
How could I, as with eagerness and laughter
Flinging the gate wide open for my king,
Know that a beggar entered, who would ravish
My proudest and my rarest blossoming?
Yet it is not a sob for that lost beauty
That breaks my breath: it is the shame to know
That afterward a beggar stumbled dully
Along the paths a king was wort to go.
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