HAD I the power that have the will,
The enfeebled will – a modern curse –
This book of mine should blossom still
A perfect garden-ground of verse.
White placid marble gods should keep
Good watch in every shadowy lawn;
And from clean, easy-breathing sleep
The birds should waken me at dawn.
– A fairy garden; – none the less
Throughout these gracious paths of mine
All day there should be free access
For stricken hearts and lives that pine;
And by the folded lawns all day –
No idle gods for such a land –
All active Love should take its way
With active Labour hand in hand.