I HAVE A GARDEN OF MY OWN

Thomas Moore 1779-1852

I have a garden of my own,

Shining with flowers of every hue;

I loved it dearly while alone,

But I shall love it more with you:

And there the golden bees shall come,

In summer time at break of morn,

And wake us with their busy hum

Around the Siha's fragrant thorn.

I have a fawn from Aden's land,

On leafy buds and berries nursed;

And you shall feed him from your hand,

Though he may start with fear at first;

And I will lead you where he lies

For shelter in the noon-tide heat;

And you may touch his sleeping eyes,

And feel his little silvery feet.

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