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.