The Gardener XXIX: Speak To Me My Love

Speak to me, my love! Tell me in

words what you sang.

    The night is dark. The stars are

lost in clouds. The wind is sighing

through the leaves.

    I will let loose my hair. My blue

cloak will cling round me like night. I

will clasp your head to my bosom; and

there in the sweet loneliness murmur

on your heart. I will shut my eyes

and listen. I will not look in your face.

    When your words are ended, we will

sit still and silent. Only the trees will

whisper in the dark.

    The night will pale. The day will

dawn. We shall look at each other's

eyes and go on our different paths.

    Speak to me, my love! Tell me in

words what you sang.