The poem
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot-- The veriest school Of peace; and yet the fool Contends that God is not-- Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign; 'Tis very sure God walks in mine.
I first came across this poem at school, more than 50 years ago. Somehow of of the poems taught to us, this one has been on my mind throughout. It is a small poem with so much packed into it, The auditory imagination is amazing. I have created a little garden in my balcony, where I begin my day early every morning, and quietly read these few lines and I truly feel the presence of God not only in my garden,but throughout the day