A sweet haven of contentment
Settles round the branches of trembling innocence
Found in trees long since discarded by their owner.

Recollections of sylphs and invisible winged creatures
Fringe the air with an atmosphere of unearthly beauty
In which a myriad clustering forms and shadows
Twilight the sultry colours that twist and writhe
In unending dances, exquisite in their natural beauty.
No-one, save me, can hear the pulsing beat of its earthy heart next to mine
Tranquillity is only there for those who search
And no woman's beauty can match the slender threads
Of gay quicksilver moods that change the garden's dress each day
From mood to mood, in burning heat and passion,
When summer makes it ashen

Spring flowers leave the earth
And winter chases softly in to freeze the soul
Plucking the very heart out
Then, trembling and light-hearted, changes into another gown;
What's that, I say again faintly, as though awakening
From deep slumbered sleep
There's a mist in the garden today.