THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN poem text - ANDREW MARVELL
THOUGHTS IN A GARDEN -ANDREW MARVELL How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crowed from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid While all flowers and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am’rous as this lovely green. Found lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress; name. Little, ...