Unguarded

The Mistress of the Roses Is haply far away, And through her garden closes What strange intruders stray. See on its rustic spindles The sundrop's amber fire! And the goldenrod enkindles The embers on its spire. The dodder's shining tangle From the meadow brook steals in, Where in this shadowed angle The pale lace-makers spin. Here's Black-Eyed Susan weeping Into exotic air, And Bouncing Bet comes creeping Back to her old parterre. Now in this pleasant weather - So sweetly reconciled - They dwell and dream together, The kin of court and wild.