My Garden

O my Garden, full of roses.
Red as passion and as sweet.
Failing not when summer closes.
Lasting on through cold and heat!

O my Garden, full of lilies,
White as peace, and very tall.
In your midst my heart so still is
I can hear the least leaf fall!

O my Garden, full of singing
From the birds that house therein,
Sweet notes down the sweet day ringing
Till the nightingales begin!

O my Garden, where such shade is,
O my Garden, bright with sun;
O my loveliest of Ladies,
Of all Gardens sweetest one!