Returning to the Garden

2 Dec

I must say farewell until after final exams are over. Should be about 2 weeks; I have five exams on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Tuesday, and Friday respectfully. Prayers and best wishes would be much appreciated. Somehow, I don’t see a four hour closed-book Constitutional Law exam being a walk in the park. 🙂 But until I return, I leave this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson. For now, I must be mature and read grown-up books, but I shall return to my garden of poetry, history, and cool artwork before long! I shall not disappear into thin air.

As from the house your mother sees

You playing round the garden trees,

So you may see, if you will look

Through the windows of this book,

Another child, far, far away,

And in another garden, play.

But do not think you can at all,

By knocking on the window, call

That child to hear you. He intent

Is all on his play-business bent.

He does not hear, he will not look,

Nor yet be lured out of this book.

For, long ago, the truth to say,

He has grown up and gone away,

And it is but a child of air

That lingers in the garden there.