There is a garden where lilies And roses are side by side; And all day between them in silence The silken butterflies glide.

Kiss and cling to them, kiss and leave them, Bright and beguiling:- Bright and beguiling, as She who glances Along the shore and the meadows along, And sings f…

I may not enter the garden, Though I know the road thereto; And morn by morn to the gateway I see the children go.

The Sun whispers, O remember! You have but thirty days to run, O sweet September!