Golden Hour at the Rose Garden

The cricket sang,
And set the sun,

And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.

The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do

With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.

A vastness, as a neighbor, came, --
A wisdom without face or name,

A peace, as hemispheres at home, --
And so the night became.

Evening
By Emily Dickinson

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Anton Dominik von Fernkorn's
Volksgarten fountain in the
Rose Garden with its roses
Photographed by Merisi
On the evening of June 5, 2009

Clicking on the images
will take you on a tour
of Vienna's Rose Garden.