Frank Stewart Flint - Four Poems in Unrhymed Cadence - IV., In the Garden lyrics

The gra** is beneath my head; and I gaze at the thronging stars in the aisles of the night. They fall... they fall.... I am overwhelmed, and afraid. Each little leaf of the aspen is caressed by the wind, and each is crying. And the perfume of invisible roses deepens the anguish. Let a strong mesh of roots feed the crimson of roses upon my heart; and then fold over the hollow where all the pain was.