Poems (Tynan)/Love's Garden
LOVE'S GARDEN
A little garden, great enough To hold Love's wings. Yea, and the sacred Bird of Love, Hark, how he sings!
The ardent Flower of Love, likewise, Burns in the brake. Love's wings are set with myriad eyes, Ever awake.
Heavy with honey flies the bee From rose to rose; Powdered with gold dust to the knee, He comes and goes.
The secret song the nightingale Sang to the moon, It shall be hidden by Love's veil, Now it is noon.
The secret thing the golden bee Said to the rose, Though it be known to thee and me, Shall we disclose?
Ah no! Love's secrets let us keep, Lest the winged god, Angered, go seeking, while we sleep, Some new abode.