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

Comments (4) imaginative and vivid ★
As usual Edgar is spooky in all his work but enjoyable!
always so macabre...
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? ~I don't know why, but this is my favorite line throughout the whole poem. Beautiful.