A Song

Outside the hedge of roses Which walls my garden round, And many a flower encloses, Lies fresh unfurrowed ground.

I have not delved, nor planted, In that strange land, nor come To sow in soil enchanted Sweet promises of bloom.

My labours all have ended Within my fragrant wall, The blossoms I have tended Have grown so sweet and tall.

But now in silver showers Your laughter falls on me, And fairer than all flowers Your flower-face I see. And bound no more by roses, I break my barrier through, And leave all it encloses, Dear one, to follow you.