Everygirl. How fair this little garden seems to-night!
Small though it be, I love it well,
For here I learned to know each flower
By name; I never wish to leave it
Till to-night, when a strange voice
Seemed calling me away. I could not sleep,
But wandered here to lose my foolish thoughts
Among the flowers—
Why, here’s a white rose that but yesterday
Was just a bud, half hidden by the leaves