Last Night In The Garden I Offered You My Youth's Foaming Wine

Last Night In The Garden I Offered You My Youth's Foaming Wine.
You Lifted The Cup To Your Lips,
You Shut Your Eyes And Smiled While
I Raised Your Veil, Unbound Your Tresses,
Drawing Down Upon My
Breast Your Face Sweet With Its Silence,
Last Night When The Moon's
Dream Overflowed The World Of Slumber.
To-day In The Dew-cooled Calm Of The Dawn You Are Walking To
God's Temple,
Bathed And Robed In White, With A Basketful Of
Flowers In Your Hand.
I Stand Aside In The Shade Under The Tree,
With My Head Bent,
In The Calm Of The Dawn By The Lonely Road To
The Temple.