Verses from Maoriland/In an Old Garden

This was a shrine that held one sweet Saint only,
This was a haunt an Angel form did bless;
Drear is the Garden, and the rosewalk lonely,
Now that she’s gone with light and loveliness.

Thou, who wast very spirit of this pleasance,
Breathe on me with thy lilac’s faint perfume;
Come! make the garden gladder with thy presence,
Come! move a sunbeam thro’ the orchard-gloom!—

She will not come! Night’s shadow creeps, and crosses
The splendour of the Springtide’s opal skies;
Heedless of me, and earthly loves, and losses,
She walks the Garden of her Paradise.