The Garden of Proserpine

&#xA; The Garden of Proserpine &#xA; By Algernon Charles Swinburne &#xA; &#xA; Here, where the world is quiet; &#xA; Here, where all trouble seems &#xA; Dead winds' and spent waves' riot &#xA; In doubtful dreams of dreams; &#xA; I watch the green field growing &#xA; For reaping folk and sowing, &#xA; For harvest-time and mowing, &#xA; A sleepy world of streams.&#xA; &#xA;&#xA; &#xA; I am tired of…