My Hidden Garden.
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Their gallant chargers paw the ground, their broidered banners fly
As we buckle their golden armour on, my brooding heart and I.
As we buckle their golden armour on, my brooding heart and I.
And here, in my hidden garden, is a doubly-sheltered shrine
Where all the sunshine of all the years is garnered, and is mine,
For on a tree enchanted a single blossom glows
And lights the world with regal warmth, 'tis Love's own crimson rose.
Where all the sunshine of all the years is garnered, and is mine,
For on a tree enchanted a single blossom glows
And lights the world with regal warmth, 'tis Love's own crimson rose.
O! Rose of Love, red Rose of Love,
Dyed with a heart's emotion,
The subtle fume of thy crimson bloom
Like a necromancer's potion
Kindles the fire in my passionate veins
And lights like a torch my being,
Reveals new joys, and new powers to feel
New worlds, and new eyes for seeing,
Till I lose myself, and can only find
Where my life and its hopes were planted
A universe, stored with the glamour poured
From a blood-red rose enchanted.
Dyed with a heart's emotion,
The subtle fume of thy crimson bloom
Like a necromancer's potion
Kindles the fire in my passionate veins
And lights like a torch my being,
Reveals new joys, and new powers to feel
New worlds, and new eyes for seeing,
Till I lose myself, and can only find
Where my life and its hopes were planted
A universe, stored with the glamour poured
From a blood-red rose enchanted.
