The wood’s garden,

The wild garden,

Tumbling over itself

With pale Jacks, and violets—

Blue and gold, and

Baby ferns, tucked

Within sheltering gnarled roots!

And mossy mounds, starred

With Trillium and Crane’s bill;

And patches of lavender sunlight,

(No, it’s wild Phlox,

In the flickering light)—

And fire-flies and flapping owls,

At twilight, and furry rabbits,

Bobbing ahead up the path.

Which would you choose?

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 When You Were a Little Girl

When you were a little girl

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