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1 " There is a monstrous garden in the skyNightly they sow it fresh. Nightly it springs,Luridly splendid, towards the moon on high.Red-poppy flares, and fire-bombs rosy-brightShell-bursts like hellborn sunflowers, gold and whiteLilies, long-stemmed, that search the heavens' height...They tend it well, these gardeners on wings!How rich these blossoms, hideously fairSprawling above the shuddering citadelAs though ablaze with laughter! Lord, how longMust we behold them flower, ruthless, strongSoaring like weeds the stricken worlds amongTriumphant, gay, these dreadful blooms of hell?O give us back the garden that we knewSilent and cool, where silver daisies lie,The lovely stars! O garden purple-blueWhere Mary trailed her skirts amidst the dewOf ageless planets, hand-in-hand with You And Sleep and Peace walked with Eternity.....But here I sit, and watch the night roll by.There is a monstrous garden in the sky!(written during an air raid, London, midnight, October 1941) "
― Margery Lawrence
