Michael Balfe, Come into the Garden Maud
“ 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 die. Come! come! Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, is flown; Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone. I am here at the gate alone. I am here at the gate alone. Queen Rose of the rosebud, Garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done; In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen, lily, and rose, in one. Shine out little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. ”
