My garden

O my Garden, full of roses,

Red as passion and as sweet,

Failing not when summer closes,

Lasting on through snow and heat!

O my Garden full of lilies

White as peace and very tall,

In your midst my heart so still is,

I can hear the least leaf fall!

O my Garden full of singing,

From the birds that house therein,

Sweet songs down the sweet day ringing,

Till the nightingale begin!

O my Garden, where such shade is

O my Garden bright with sun,

O my loveliest of Ladies,

Of all gardens sweetest one.