English Poetry. Robert William Service. My Garden. Роберт Уильям Сервис.

Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

My Garden

The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
With lyric music in the air,
Of joy fulfilled in song,
I can't believe that anywhere
Is hate and harm and wrong.

A paradise my garden is,
And there my day is spent;
A steep myself in sunny bliss,
Incredibly content.
Feeling that I am truly part
Of peace so rapt and still,
There's not a care within my heart...
How can the world be ill?

Aye, though the land be sick they say,
And named unto pain,
My garden never was so gay,
So innocent, so sane.
My roses mock at misery,
My thrushes vie in song...
When only beauty I can see,
How can the world be wrong?

Robert William Service’s other poems:

1. Spanish Women
2. The Prospector
3. Playboy
4. Pullman Porter
5. Abandoned Dog

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Thomas Brown (Томас Браун) My Garden (“A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!”)

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