My Hidden Garden.
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And here, in my hidden garden, safe-hedged from the passers-by
We wander for many a lovely hour, my brooding heart and I.
We wander for many a lovely hour, my brooding heart and I.
Bellbirds.
You remember how we heard them
In those quiet woodland dells,
Tiny grey-green songsters ringing
In the air their elfin bells.
In those quiet woodland dells,
Tiny grey-green songsters ringing
In the air their elfin bells.
Bellbirds! bellbirds! magic cadence,
Thin and sweet beyond compare
Like the footfall of a fairy
Tinkling down a silver stair,
Thin and sweet beyond compare
Like the footfall of a fairy
Tinkling down a silver stair,
Or a string of rounded sea-pearls
Swinging on a slender thread,
Interlacing, softly jangling
In the tree-tops overhead.
Swinging on a slender thread,
Interlacing, softly jangling
In the tree-tops overhead.
