Behind a Wall by Amy Lowell Lyrics

I own a solace shut within my heart,
         A garden full of many a quaint delight
         And warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright,
Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dart
                 Shining things
                 With powdered wings.

Here terrace sinks to terrace, arbors close
         The ends of dreaming paths; a wanton wind
         Jostles the half-ripe pears, and then, unkind,
Tumbles a-slumber in a pillar rose,
                 With content
                 Grown indolent.

By night my garden is o'erhung with gems
         Fixed in an onyx setting. Fireflies
         Flicker their lanterns in my dazzled eyes.
In serried rows I guess the straight, stiff stems
                 Of hollyhocks
                 Against the rocks.
So far and still it is that, listening,
         I hear the flowers talking in the dawn;
         And where a sunken basin cuts the lawn,
Cinctured with iris, pale and glistening,
                  The sudden swish
                 Of a waking fish.