MY heart is a garden of dreams <br />Where you walk when day is done, <br />Fair as the royal flowers, <br />Calm as the lingering sun. <br />Never a drouth comes there, <br />Nor any frost that mars, <br />Only the wind of love <br />Under the early stars,— <br />The living breath that moves <br />Whispering to and fro, <br />Like the voice of God in the dusk <br />Of the garden long ago.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-of-dreams/
