<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come Tend My Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my garden Teacher.<br>The birds of my heart have long since flown, <br>And the silence tween the mottled boughs has leaden grown.<br>In the sunrise be the chorus of mornings' glory, <br>And in the noon tell of Dionysus' story.<br>In the night be the whistling gale, <br>Whisper in my ear of some furtive dale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my garden Teacher.<br>Scarce the lavender and the rosemary on the breeze, <br>Rarer now gripped in winter's freeze.<br>Scented memories, they warm me sometimes in the eve, <br>Jasmine and honey in foreign winds on exotic leave.<br>Heady the breath and quick its draw, <br>Drinking it in, its addiction no flaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my garden Teacher.<br>Overgrown and unknown, bring your fingers there<br>And burrow neath the weeds among Angels' Hair.<br>White is the colour of the petals in my soul unfurled; <br>The oceans of your eyes I drink from chalices pearled, <br>Slake the thirst of my arrid land, <br>Spring anew life in rock and sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my garden Teacher.<br>Dim the eyes and dim the skys o'erlooking here, <br>Yet radient in brilliance your fiery hair.<br>Weave strands among the pathways bare<br>And notice by evening some flowers rare.<br>On my chest lay a river of molten gold, <br>Come teacher, let us grow old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Keith+Moynihan+O%27+Brien">Keith Moynihan O' Brien</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548850" data-title="Come Tend My Garden de Keith Moynihan O' Brien" data-description="Come to my garden Teacher. The birds of my heart have long since flown, And the silence tween the mottled boughs has leaden grown. In the sunrise be the chorus of mornings' glory, And in the noon tell of Dionysus' story. In the night be the whis..."></div> </div> </div>

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