Book 10 — THE GARDENER
Reading edition
SONNET
WILLARD ANSLEY GIBSON '08
She told me of her garden, all the flowers, Of hallowed lilies and the glories bright, Frail tinted cups filled with the morning's light; The primrose drooping for the evening hours. She spoke of hedges, hawthorns, and the powers Of weeds and frost in April, and the blight Of birds and children; prayed her blossoms might Not so allure them to her paths and bowers. And I turned silently upon my way, And sought His untrod forests and the hills, My free companions of no guile nor art— Their holy strength is more than rocks and clay; I sought the comfort loneliness instills: Dear Christ! She spoke her own vain, selfish heart.
Literary Monthly, 1910.