LOVE'S GARDEN
A little garden, great enough
To hold Love's wings.
Yea, and the sacred Bird of Love,
Hark, how he sings!
To hold Love's wings.
Yea, and the sacred Bird of Love,
Hark, how he sings!
The ardent Flower of Love, likewise,
Burns in the brake.
Love's wings are set with myriad eyes,
Ever awake.
Burns in the brake.
Love's wings are set with myriad eyes,
Ever awake.
Heavy with honey flies the bee
From rose to rose;
Powdered with gold dust to the knee,
He comes and goes.
From rose to rose;
Powdered with gold dust to the knee,
He comes and goes.
The secret song the nightingale
Sang to the moon,
It shall be hidden by Love's veil,
Now it is noon.
Sang to the moon,
It shall be hidden by Love's veil,
Now it is noon.
The secret thing the golden bee
Said to the rose,
Though it be known to thee and me,
Shall we disclose?
Said to the rose,
Though it be known to thee and me,
Shall we disclose?
Ah no! Love's secrets let us keep,
Lest the winged god,
Angered, go seeking, while we sleep,
Some new abode.
Lest the winged god,
Angered, go seeking, while we sleep,
Some new abode.