The Deserted Tree

"I MIND me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To a garden long deserted. I call'd the place my wilderness, For no one enter'd there but I. It something saith for earthly pain, But more for heavenly promise free, 110 That I who was, would shrink to be That happy child again." These are parts from the poem 'The Deserted Garden' Written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The full poem is too long to post it here.