In a garden lowell stl
in a garden by amy lowell gushing from the mouths of stone men to spread at ease under the sky in granite-lipped basins where iris dabble their feet and rustle to a passing wind the water fills the garden with its rushing in the midst of the quiet and close-clipped lawns damp smell the ferns and tunnels of stone where trickle the plash of fountains marble fountains yellowed with much water splashing down moss-tarnished depths it falls the water and the air is throbbing with it with its gurgling and running with its leaping and deep cool murmuring and i wished for night and you i wanted to see you in the swimming pool white and shining in the silver-flecked water while the moon rode over the garden high in the arch of night and the scent of the lilacs was heavy with stillness night in the water and you in your whiteness bathing for more information or to volunteer please visit
