ACACIA- IN THE GARDEN

 IN THE GARDEN 

By GIOVANNI PASCOLI 

WITHIN my garden from the mossy wall, 
A wreathing jessamine clambers up and clings 
About a green acacia's branches tall 
Where by his nest a robin redbreast sings.

At sunset the acacia's blossoms fair 

Fold up their fragrance from the rosy light, 

The while, rejoicing in the golden air, 

The jessamine spreads its starry petals white.  

So, as the Ave Maria gently sighs, 

And on the woods and silent peaks apart 

To purple dusk the waning daylight dies, 

There softly close the blossoms of the heart. 

But waked by memory, through the shadowy night 

The starry flowers of the soul are born, 

Like ghosts of jessamine petals, angel bright, 

And honey sweet though clinging round the thorn. 

References:

1.  POEMS OF GIOVANNI PASCOLI FREELY RENDERED INTO ENGLISH VERSE BY EVALEEN STEIN 

NEW HAVEN YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS LONDON HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS MCMXXIII