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Poetry of Amy Lowell
A Dome of Many-coloured Glass

The Fruit Garden Path

The path runs straight between the flowering rows,
 A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,
 Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.
'T is reckless prodigality which throws
 Into the night these wafts of rich perfume
 Which sweep across the garden like a plume.
Over the trees a single bright star glows.
 Dear garden of my childhood, here my years
Have run away like little grains of sand;
 The moments of my life, its hopes and fears
Have all found utterance here, where now I stand;
 My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears,
You are my home, do you not understand?