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Garden Gloves in Monochrome


COME into the garden, Maud,

For the black bat, night, has flown,

Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone;

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,

And the musk of the rose is blown.

Come into the Garden, Maud

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron (1809–92)



2 responses

  1. This is wonderful, the combination of the poem and the glove. Striking.

    July 25, 2017 at 4:16 pm

    • elmediat

      Many thanks. Much appreciated. The full version of Tennyson’s poem is found at the link. It was put to music and was very popular in late Victorian era. It became something of a pop song standard for the time.

      July 26, 2017 at 11:54 pm

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