The Garden of Dreams

My heart is a garden of dreams
Where you walk when day is done,
Fair as the royal flowers,
Calm as the lingering sun.

Never a drouth comes there,
Nor any frost that mars,
Only the wind of love
Under the early stars,--

The living breath that moves
Whispering to and fro,
Like the voice of God in the dusk
Of the garden long ago.