Madrigal
Reading edition
Rare garden where my heart goes gathering Many a lovely and delightful thing, Pale roses of your body and the fair Unrivalled yellow blossoms of your hair! Tall lilies of your gay and careless grace, And O the wistful flower of your face! And all the soft and starry mysteries Of those divine forget-me-nots, your eyes . . . O come, fair Love, before the flowers fade, And bless this garden that the gods have made . . . Rare garden where my heart goes gathering Many a lovely and delightful thing . . .