Alice Meynell

(22 September 1847 - 27 November 1922 / London)

My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden

Poem by Alice Meynell

My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own,
Into thy garden; thine be happy hours
Among my fairest thoughts, my tallest flowers,
From root to crowning petal, thine alone.
Thine is the place from where the seeds are sown
Up to the sky inclosed, with all its showers.
But ah, the birds, the birds! Who shall build bowers
To keep these thine? O friend, the birds have flown.

For as these come and go, and quit our pine
To follow the sweet season, or, new-corners,
Sing one song only from our alder-trees,
My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine.
Flit to the silent world and other summers,
With wings that dip beyond the silver seas.


Comments about My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden by Alice Meynell

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (5/27/2019 11:33:00 AM)

    An out standing love poem depicting the marvels of the feeling of love.(Report)Reply

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  • Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair(DPN) (5/27/2019 10:22:00 AM)

    My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine. Flit to the silent world and other summers, With wings that dip beyond the silver seas..Beautifully passionate(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003