by Amy Lowell
The Emperor's Garden
ONCE, in the sultry heat of midsummer,
An Emperor caused the miniature mountains in his garden
To be covered with white silk,
That so crowned,
They might cool his eyes
With the sparkle of snow.
A wise man,
Watching the stars pass across the sky,
In the upper air the fireflies move more slowly.
Last updated January 14, 2019