I Made Another Garden

I  Made Another Garden ~ poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy

I made another garden, yea,
For my new love;
I left the dead rose where it lay,
And set the new above.
Why did the summer not begin?
Why did my heart not haste?
My old love came and walked therein,
And laid the garden waste.

She entered with her weary smile,
Just as of old;
She looked around a little while,
And shivered at the cold.
Her passing touch was death to all,
Her passing look a blight:
She made the white rose-petals fall,
And turned the red rose white.

Her pale robe, clinging to the grass,
Seemed like a snake
That bit the grass and ground, alas!
And a sad trail did make.
She went up slowly to the gate;
And there, just as of yore,
She turned back at the last to wait,
And say farewell once more.

I may be posting a little too frequently you may think of late. May be it's because I'm grasping at the last days of my holiday before I am for the last time returning to uni for another year.

The poem above partially appeared in the novel Her Fearful Symmetry by Audrey Niffenegger. The same author of The Time Traveller's Wife. I finished reading the book at 1:30am this morning and what am I to say but I have not formed an opinion of whether I like or dislike the story as of yet. It's the type of story that leaves the reader feeling rather empty. All I can say is that the first two paragraphs of this poem which appeared in the novel sums up the story perfectly. It's a nice poem even though it is about one who is so heinous.