I know a garden in a far-off place
Where lurk the wondrous folk of the green.
Where fauns and dryads hide and play
With nymphs and elves around old trees.
Trees, sweet and old and dear,
Loved for many a vanished year.
The forgotten rose hopes of yesterday,
And dear dead memories of long of ago,
In this garden frolic and play
With the breezes of dreams that blow.
The little gypsy breezes that croon and purr
With the gusty pines and tasseled fir,
Waft the breath of the wisterias young,
The sweetest of fragrances, storied or sung.
The poppies aflame with red and gold
Hold rapturous secrets never to be told.
The lily, silver as a star apart
Holds the poignant sorrow of innocent hearts.
The nightshades clad in purple and white
Dance with the sacred dreams of the night.
The red rose with sweet petals unfurled
Holds the holy loves of this ancient world.
And the amaryllis robed in white and red
Hold the kisses of mothers in the days that have fled.
All the flowers of this garden bright,
Bear sacred secrets and unfettered delights,
In these unworldly hours of the night.
And underneath the weeping willow that sways
Singing the lore of the elder days.
A little woodland elf is fluting
Melodies of exquisite, immortal things.
And the bluebells that ring an elfish chime,
As winds blow soft from the upland airy
Tell tales as old as time,
Of this divine land of faery.
Tales of the fairy folk in the birchen bough
That waltz with the winds that come and go.
Tales of the fireflies that dance in the dark
To the lilting melodies of the robin and the star.
Tales of goblins and of fauns,
Of secrets lost and unfettered dawns.
Of midsummer noons and enchanted nights,
Of ivory moons and springtime lights.
Tales of sorrow as of mirth
Of death and grief and joy and birth.
The little pixie people creep
To learn these eloquent notes.
And the little hobgoblins steal
To keep their mischief afloat.
Some golden days that I never lived,
Dwell in this garden for me.
And laughter that I somehow missed
Echoes in distant minstrelsy.
Here with the night as a friend well-known,
I am the sister to the stars.
But I think I shall go and find my own
Dear little house where my loved ones are.