The poem opens with a small, odd scene: a girl takes a broom to bed, and the broom somehow becomes "a fine gentleman." It reads like a game of pretend, the kind of transformation a child or a lonely imagination might make, turning an ordinary household object into company. The tone is playful, but there's a hint of something sadder too, since the companion is only a stand-in.
The last two lines shift the picture. The gentleman's "gold, old flower" becomes "a garden where there had been many rains." The imagery suggests a worn, weathered wooden object, perhaps straw or handle gone golden with age, now seen as something that has been watered and has grown. Rain can suggest tears, time, or renewal, and the poem leaves that open.
The speaker doesn't openly state a feeling. Instead, the mood is dreamlike, tender, and a little wistful, with humor and longing sitting side by side. The poem seems to find beauty in making something from very little.