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

And bound no more by roses,
    I break my barrier through,
And leave all it encloses,
    Dear one, to follow you.