“The green world stands in its accomplished guise
Under elusive suns. Our gardens reach
Up to the cruising clouds. Before our eyes
The downward world is prodigally rich.
Summer wins from Nature her vast prize.
“Elegiac moods, nostalgia too
Are absent and we live in strong today,
Watching the green stride and sustain a view.
The very light is eagerly at play
And there are silences for me and you.
“Silence broken by the planning birds,
Their peaceful bickering. The winds are light
Yet strong enough to give refrains to words
And whisper through the star-decisive night.
The sunlight also holds us on strong cords,
The green world bows before admiring sight.”
With gardens we accommodate ourselves to the world. Our reward is green. Charles Lamb writes in one of his Essays of Elia, “New Year’s Eve”: “I am in love with this green earth; the face of town and country; the unspeakable rural solitudes, and the sweet security of streets. I would set up my tabernacle here.”