The Garden-I Monster

[00:16.30]There’s an ancient, ancient garden [00:18.15]That I see sometimes in dreams [00:22.09]Where the very Maytime sunlight [00:23.77]Plays and glows with spectral gleams; [00:27.42]Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey [00:31.61]And the crumbling walls and pillars [00:33.95]Waken thoughts of yesterday [00:36.76]There are vines in nooks and crannies [00:39.57]And there’s moss about the pool [00:41.92]And the tangled ****y thicket [00:44.03]Chokes the arbour dark and cool [00:48.52]In the silent sunken pathways [00:50.41]Springs an herbage sparse and spare [00:53.55]Where the musty scent of dead things [00:55.77]Dulls the fragrance of the air [01:00.31]There is not a living creature in the lonely space around [01:05.32]And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound [01:10.41]As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find [01:16.46]When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind; [01:23.96]I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more [01:28.26]As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before [01:34.90]Then a sadness settles o’er me [01:38.94]And a tremor seems to start [01:42.93]For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes— [01:48.62]The garden is my heart!