Garden

Come in scented summer garden! Come in nature super show! veins of Thee all turned to yellow Mistletoe! in spring woe? In the scented breath of summer Laugh and look at magic show Beauteous are the rose and jasmine Beauteous is the lady night Beauteous are the dewy mornings Beauteous is the orchard sight Render it the scented mornings Dipped in scent of world of yore Render it the breathes of Eden Not to men but unto all Roses petals , larks and cuckoos Violet, Lillie's heath and fall Yellowish, pinkish, whitish, reddish Black and blue and indigo Dewy dawn and saddest evening Painted all the sky for thou Half of world love sunny mornings Half is waiting for the moon But O heart that wants the bower! In the summer scented noon! Seraphs whispers to the candles Come and shimmer on the blooms Wind and clouds are in the orchard In the moonlit largest room Month of May is month of showers Scented rover shady June But O garden we all love thee More than sun and more than moon Thou art from the Hands of but one From the hand of Eden lord From the casements of the heaven Peepest thou on earth and fall Rainy weather, seeds all murmur And from earthen chambers peep Scented whispers, hover rustle On the hills and in the deep Sylphs of garden, nymphs of ocean Cherish cherries fruit and blooms Tulip, lilies, elves and fairies Worship Lord in scented rooms Holy are the woodland Chambers Midst of daisies midst of lakes Sailors sing and sing of spring Sips from cup of nature take Hands of time they move and murmur Harvest from the garden fruit Pulpy soft ,sweet and sour Taste the one the best thee suit If thou art a Nature's deity If Thou fall in nature's love Love thou thorns and bushes same Love thou lark and gull and dove Suck thou love of world of nature As the bees that nectar suck If thou love the world of roses Not a dewy rose thou pluck Nature weeps and nature mumbles When thou torn that hearts of her Daisies, fowls, wind all whisper In the fogy cots of her Sit in shady haunted bowers Wherest sing the cuckoos all Wherest lord of heaven showers On the thorns and roses all Love garden there heavth sighs Midst of shadows, midst of green In the yards of goddess of Death Blooms of tombstones I seen Weepst they in foggy mornings Weepst they in burning Noons Wither whisper, fade and vanish Then they go to far off moon