You and I here!
Shut the gate behind us.
Nothing to fear
And none to find us.
We are all the world, dear!
'Tis a cloister of dreams,
This dear old garden;
The sundial seems
To stand as their warden.
How Love's star gleams!
We'll sup on the rose,
Our tent is this willow—
Lie close, Love, close!
There's grass for our pillow.
How Love's star glows!
You and I here
And the world behind us!
Nothing to fear
And none to find us—
Shut the gate, dear.