A sea of foliage girds our garden round,
But not a sea of dull unvaried green,
Sharp contrasts of all colors here are seen;
The light-green graceful tamarinds abound
Amid the mango clumps of green profound,
And palms arise, like pillars gray, between;
And o'er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,
Red—red, and startling like a trumpet's sound.
But nothing can be lovelier than the ranges
Of bamboos to the eastward, when the moon
Looks through their gaps, and the white lotus changes
Into a cup of silver. One might swoon
Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze
On a primeval Eden, in amaze.
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what beautiful descriptions, this reminds me of the garden we had when I was a child, big homes and gardens seems to be becoming fewer and fewer though sadly.
I love the sight of the moon through the trees and I am sure the moon through the bamboos must be a breathtaking sight. -
meaning of this poem, sea of foliage
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kindly tell the meaning of this poem in simple english
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