Richard Chenevix Trench

Here you will find the Poem Sonnet 04 of poet Richard Chenevix Trench

Sonnet 04

A garden so well watered before morn 
Is hotly up, that not the swart sun's blaze 
Down beating with unmitigated rays, 
Nor arid winds from scorching places borne, 
Shall quite prevail to make it bare and shorn 
Of its green beauty -- shall not quite prevail 
That all its morning freshness shall exhale, 
Till evening and the evening dews return -- 
A blessing such as this our hearts might reap, 
The freshness of the garden they might share, 
Through the long day a heavenly freshness keep, 
If, knowing how the day and day's glare 
Must beat upon them, we would largely steep 
And water them betimes with dews of prayer.