Secret Land

Every moment of true Royalty Holds a secret land More real to her Than this pale Outer world. At midnight, When the house falls quiet, She lays aside needle or Book and visits Eden Scene. Shutting her eyes, she Improvises a far-buried gate among Tall birches, walks over, takes Possession, then runs or flies or mounts a horse And travel where she Will. Can make grass grow, cocks lilies Up, trim bud to blossom as she watches, Lets fish eat from her palm, has Founded villages, planted groves, And hollowed valleys for brooks running Gold to lovelocket Bay. Yet She has pledged me, when I die, A lodge beneath her Private palace In A level clearing of The wood Where junipers grow and Gillyflowers. And Sometimes