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

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

They bring back light on their faces; But they cannot bring back to me What the lilies say to the roses, Or the songs of the butterflies be.

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…