A delight to be seen. “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,” wrote Shakespeare. The garden offers license to dream, to slip for a moment like the fairy sprites, to another time, another world. Within tiered double rows of hawthorn bright blossoms toss, a sundial marks the hours, a fountain splashes peacefully, and on summer evenings the mixed perfumes of sweet alyssum and nicotiana rise in the growing dusk. Like the dreaming spires of a market town in Elizabethan England. The pink-blossomed Bergenia and the iridescent-petaled fleur-de-Lis, or iris are culled from flowers the poet knew, walked among, gloried in, and spoke of in many of his loveliest passages,” How that a life was but a flower in the springtime” find expression here.
Its origins lie in the war-bound year of 1915, when members of the fledging Garden Club wanted to celebrate the approaching tercentenary of Shakespeare’s death and the ties between England and America. They called on the talents of Danish-born landscape architect Jens Jensen to design a garden honouring the dramatist on land Northwestern University had set aside.
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