God's Garden

I SAW His goldenrod for maidens' hair,
Stretching away for many an Ophir mile;
Saw where He nurses buds for maiden mouths,
Watching each pouting petal with a smile.
I saw girl eyes in dewed forget-me-nots,
Beside their unspoke words' clear ripply stream —
But then the Dawn kissed open both my eyes,
Dissolving with her smile my garden dream.
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