Garden at twilight

Flowers bowers rose-trees tall

secret garden, tip toe trull

perfumes dizzying the air

leaf mould sweet beneath them there

round the corner blaze of colour

poenies red like cups of wine

inviting you to come and dine

from the climbing twisting vine

hanging moose-droppings of jade

creating delicate dappled shade

by the stream and scented glade

when did I get all this right

over-glorious, wild delight

In the mysteries of night.