Now let forever the phlox and the rose be tended Here where the rain has darkened and the sun has dried So many times the terrace, yet is love unended, Love has not died.
Let here no seed of a season, that the winter But once assails, take root and for a time endure; But only such as harbour at the frozen centre The germ secure.
Set here the phlox and the iris, and establish Pink and valerian, and the great and lesser bells; But suffer not the sisters of the year, to publish The frost prevails.
How far from home in a world of mortal burdens Is Love, that may not die, and is forever young! Set roses here: surround her only with such maidens As speak her tongue.
