Here you will find the Poem A Garden In The Desert of poet Harriet Monroe
So light and soft the days fall? Like petals one by one Down from yon tree whose flowers all Must vanish in the sun. Like almond-petals down, dear, Odorous, rosy-white, Falling to our green world here Off the thick boughs of night. One like another still lies? Tomorrow is today. Always the buzzing bee flies, Who never flies away. Ever the same blue sky rounds Its chalice for the sun. The mountains at the world's bounds Their purple chorals run. And ever you and I, friend, Free of this mortal scheme, Look out beyond desire's end And dream the spacious dream.
