The Garden
CYCLOPEAN WALLS Lyrics
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Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool
In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around
And the hedge-encompass'd quiet never echoes to a sound
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before
Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start
For I know the flowers are shrivell'd hopes
The garden is my heart
The Garden by Cyclopean Walls is a song that describes an ancient garden that the singer sometimes sees in their dreams. The garden is depicted as a mystical place where sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams. However, the once beautiful garden now lies in ruins, and the walls and pillars now evoke memories of yesterday. The garden is a place where life seems to have faded away, and the gaudy-tinted blossoms now withered into grey. The thicket that once beautified the arbor now chokes it, and the once-flourishing bushes and shrubs are now sparse and spare. The air is filled with the musty scent of dead things, dulling the fragrance that once filled the garden.
In this lonely space, there is no living creature, and the quite is never interrupted by a sound. As the singer walks around and listens, they often try to conjure up a vision of a day that is no more. They feel a deep sense of melancholy as they look upon the grey, grey scenes that they know they've seen before. The garden is a symbol that represents the singer's heart. The flowers that have shriveled up and died in the garden represent shriveled hopes that have died inside the singer's heart.
Line by Line Meaning
There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams
The singer dreams of a garden that has existed for a very long time.
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams
The sunlight in the garden has a mystical quality that seems ghostly.
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey
The bright colors of the flowers in the garden fade and lose their vitality.
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday
The old, deteriorating structures in the garden remind the artist of the past.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool
The garden is overgrown with plants like vines and moss.
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool
The thicket of weeds and other plants makes the shaded area of the garden feel stifling.
In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare
The plants growing in the pathways through the garden are few and far between.
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air
The smell of decay in the garden makes the air unpleasant to breathe.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around
The garden is devoid of any living creatures.
And the hedge-encompass'd quiet never echoes to a sound
The garden is so quiet that there is never a sound that echoes there.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
The singer spends time walking in the garden, searching for something.
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind
The artist is trying to remember when they first experienced the garden, which was a long time ago.
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more
The singer frequently tries to imagine a time in the past when the garden was more vibrant and alive.
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before
Looking at the dreary garden reminds the singer of a time when it was full of life.
Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start
The singer becomes sad and feels uneasy when they think about the past they remember in the garden.
For I know the flowers are shrivell'd hopes
The flowers in the garden have withered and died, representing lost hopes.
The garden is my heart
The garden is a metaphor for the artist's heart, which was once full of life but now feels empty and lost.
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: H.P. LOVECRAFT
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