Onde tanker skal møtes ved døren !...

Come into the garden,
For the black bat, night has flown,
Come into the garden,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses is blown.


For a breeze of morning move,
and the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves.
On a bed of daffodil sky.
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to love.