In the Garden
M. Salter
Out in the cooling, fragrant night,
Where stately lilies, shimmering white,
Bring thoughts of thee, love, graceful and fair,
While evening shadows lie hid in the dark of thy hair.
Roses thy lips are, heartsease thine eyes,
Thy voice is the nightwind, breathing soft sighs.
Ah, love! thou art of all flowers
Sweetest, fairest and best.
Sleep on, my flower! Sweet be thy rest.