My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

Unto us all our days are love's anniversaries, each one In turn hath ripened something of our happiness.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.

So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.