Scottish Poetry Selection
- In My Garden
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!Meaning of unusual words:
merle=blackbird
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
