Classic Poem

In God's own garden I have sung alone,
Moon-borne up to the angels' castle towers,
And fingering a wind-strung, wild guitar,
Have sung my soul song to the knee-deep flowers.

And once an angel tossed a rosy kiss,
Fluttering to me, a warm butterfly—
And now, though I may walk in earthly ways,
My heart still haunts the garden in the sky.