MY garden, long time desolate,"The Child and the Heart Bereft" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1916) Volume II.
Were still of pleasure reft and bare
But for one single, lonely bloom
That would insist on flowering there.
A fragile thing, in that chill place
It grew where other joys were not,
Waxing a lovelier hope each day,—
Albeit half tended, half forgot,—
Until with wild, resistless charm
That sorrow's very self doth cheat,
It maketh of my desert drear
A sunlit garden, fresh and sweet.