I have a garden of my own,

  Shining with flowers of every hue;

I loved it dearly while alone,

  But I shall love it more with you:

And there the golden bees shall come,

  In summer-time at break of morn,

And wake us with their busy hum

  Around the Siha's fragrant thorn.

I have a fawn from Aden's land,

  On leafy buds and berries nurst;

And you shall feed him from your hand,

 Though he may start with fear at first.

And I will lead you where he lies

  For shelter in the noontide heat;

And you may touch his sleeping eyes,

  And feel his little silvery feet.