Lyrics
Come into the garden, Maud,
for the black bat, night, has flown.
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate, alone.
And the wood bine spices
are wafted abroad.
And the musk of the roses blowing
for a breeze of morning blues,
and the planet of love is on high.
Beginning to fade
in the light that she loved,
on a bed of daffodil sky.
To faint in the light
of the sun she loved;
to faint in His light
and to die, to die!
All night have the roses heard
the flute, violin, and bassoon.
All night has the casement jasimine stirred.
To the dancers dancing in tune
'till a silence fell with a walking bird.
And a hush with a setting moon,
I said to the lilly,
"There is but one with whom
"she has heart to be gay.
"When will the dancers leave her alone?
"She is weary of dance and play!"
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
and half to the rising day
blow on the sand,
and lie on the stone,
and lie out on the stone;
blow on the sand;
the last wheel echos away,
the last wheel
echos away....
I said to the rose,
"The brief night goes
"in babble, and revel, and wine."
Oh, young lover,
what Size are those
for one who will never be high?
But mine, but mine,
so I swear to the rose
forever and ever mine!
And the soul of the rose
went into my blood,
as the music clashed in the heart,
and long by the garden lake I stood,
for I heard your rivulet fall,
from the lake to the meadow
and on the the wood, our wood,
that is dearer than all.
From the meadow
your walks have left so sweet,
that whenever a March wind sighs,
besets the jewelprints of your feet
in violets blue as your eyes,
as your eyes!
From the woody hollow
in which we meet;
and the valleys of paradise,
slender acasia would not shade
on long milk bloom on the tree,
the white lake blossom
fell into the lake,
but the rose was awake all night
for your sake;
knowing your promise to me,
the lillies and the roses
were all awake,
they sighed for the dawn and thee!
Queen rose of the rosebud, garden of girl,
come hither, the dancers are done.
In gloss of satin,
the glimer of pearl,
Queen Lilly and Rose in one!
Shine out! little head,
sunning over with curls,
to the flower and be their sun.
There has fallen a splendid tear,
from the passion flower at the gate;
Come into the garden, Maud,
and blossom, purple rain....
