Scottish Poetry Selection
- In My Garden

A peaceful evening spent by Walter Wingate working in his garden is rewarded by the song of a merle (a blackbird).

In My Garden

It is the hour that bars
     The west behind the day
And calls the sleeping stars.

I lean upon my spade
     And easefully survey
The tilth that I have made.
And where my labour wooed
     The gentle earth exhales
An odorous gratitude.

In balmy rings and wreaths
     That please the infant gales
My briar its solace breathes.
And what does eve deny?
     For discontented yet
I wait - I know not why.

I wait - but not for long:
     And lo! The charm is set -
A merle has found his song!

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