Classic Poem

There is a secret garden in my heart
No other eyes may see,
So closely walled it is, so sternly kept
Inviolate for me.

All day I walk the dusty ways of men
Beyond those hidden walls,
But when the tumult of the world is hushed
And brooding twilight falls,

I slip unchallenged through the shadowed arch
And you are waiting there,
With fragrance of the wild rose on your lips
And starlight in your hair,

With magic in your touch to heal my soul
Of all its dark unrest;
With passion in your eyes to light my dreams,
And peace upon your breast.