The Inn of Dreams/Madrigal

by Olive Custance

For other versions of this work, see Madrigal (Custance).

Madrigal

Rare garden where my heart goes gatheringMany a lovely and delightful thing,Pale roses of your body and the fairUnrivalled yellow blossoms of your hair!

Tall lilies of your gay and careless grace,And O the wistful flower of your face!And all the soft and starry mysteriesOf those divine forget-me-nots, your eyes . . .

O come, fair Love, before the flowers fade,And bless this garden that the gods have made . . .Rare garden where my heart goes gatheringMany a lovely and delightful thing . . .