| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1147. The Garden Where There Is No Winter |
| | | By Louis James Block |
| | | | | | “Se Dio ti lasci, lettor, prender frutto |
| Di tua lezione.” |
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| BEHOLD the portal: open wide it stands, | |
| And the long reaches shine and still allure | |
| To seek their nobler depths serene, secure, | |
| And watch the waters kiss the yellow sands | |
| That gentle winds stir with their sweet commands; | 5 |
| These stately growths from age to age endure, | |
| These splendid blooms glow in the sunlight pure, | |
| These wondrous works of human hearts and hands. | |
| Over the charmëd space no storm may rest, | |
| The gloomy hours avoid the magic bound, | 10 |
| Homer dwells here, Vergil, and all the blest | |
| Whose perfumed color lights Time’s mighty round; | |
| Pluck the fruit freely, reader, and partake, | |
| God wills it—for the enchanted Soul’s fair sake. | |
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