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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gardener's Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ALL day I have fed on lilied thoughts of her,'<br>The gardener's boy sang in Gethsemane.<br>'She is quick, her garments make a lovely stir,<br>Like the wind going in an almond tree.<br>She is young, she hath doves' eyes, and like the vine<br>Her hands enclose me,–hers as she is mine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'She shall feed among the lilies where I am,<br>Learning their silver names. When evening grows,<br>One bower shall hold me and my love, my lamb.<br>Which shall I clasp,' he sang, 'her or the rose?'<br>When the palm shadow barred the juniper<br>He lay at last to sleep and dream of her.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=454886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He saw not those who came when night was deep<br>Up from the city, walking hastily.<br>One seemed a strong man wan for fear and sleep.<br>One bore a lantern. One moved stumblingly.<br>The gardener's boy dreamed on the sunburned sod,<br>Smiling beside the agony of God.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Marjorie+Lowry+Christie+Pickthall">Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall</a></strong></div>

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