Dorothy Parker - Story Of Mrs. W lyrics

My garden blossoms pink and white A place of decorous murmuring Where I am safe from August night And cannot feel the knife of Spring And I may walk the pretty place Before the curtsying hollyhocks And laundered daisies, round of face Good little girls, in party frocks My trees are amiably arrayed In pattern on the dappled sky And I may sit in filtered shade And watch the tidy years go by And I may amble pleasantly And hear my neighbors list their bones And click my tongue in sympathy And count the cracks in paving-stones My door is grave in oaken strength The cool of linen calms my bed And there at night I stretch my length And envy no one but the dead