Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
MY Spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way;
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.