Come Into the Garden, Maud

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Come Into the Garden, Maud

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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 woodbine spices are wafted abroad And the musk of the rose is blown For a breeze of morning moves And the planet of Love is on high Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky To faint in the light of the sun she loves To faint in his light, and to die All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casеment jessamine stirr'd To thе dancers dancing in tune: Till a silence fell with the waking bird And a hush with the setting moon Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls Come hither, the dancers are done In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls To the flowers, and be their sun There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait." She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread My heart would hear her and beat Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet And blossom in purple and red

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  • Arthur Somervell
  • Alfred, Lord Tennyson