the garden - Popular Poems and stories from category

En robe de parade
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a
She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,
And she is dying piece-meal      Tof a sort of emotional anaemia

Hiding under the hill,
Heavy with trailing robes and tangled veils of green,
Till only its little haggard face was visible,
The garden lay shy and wistful,