My Garden

I've a garden, a garden of dreams,

Where the cool breeze whispering sways
Softly the apple-sprays,

And from leaves that shimmer and quiver
Down on mine eyelids streams
A slumber-river.

by Sappho

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O Robert, This is one of great poems! Yeah we human beings are superior beings - so wild and inhumane...! Now one of my fav...10!