Classic Poem

In summer when my life was cold,
Frozen too weary for desire,
I warmed my heart at your marigold,
As at a fire.

It was the first flower from your new ground,
The first gold largess from the care
And loving, you had planted there,
And in the walks around.

I stole your garden's coin to buy content,
A vision of black earth dug deep for flowers.
Through sunny self-forgetful hours,
With joys, God meant.

In summer when my life was cold,
Frozen too weary for desire,
I warmed my heart at your marigold,