Come into the garden Maud

A glosa

Come into the garden Maud.

 

A tribute Glosa

 

 

Come into the garden Maud

The black bat night has flown

Come into the garden Maude

I am here at the gate alone

And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad

 and the musk of the rose is blown

 

Alfred Lord Tennyson

1809 -1892

 

Come into the garden Maud.

The black bat night has flown.

Come into the garden Maud.

My love for you has quickly grown.

But love can be a two edged sword.

I’d like to claim you for my own.

 

For the black bat night has flown

And now I see with clarity

What hitherto I had not known.

You are the perfect mate for me.

I do not wish to live alone.

I prithee end my misery.

 

Come into the garden Maude.

Where there is none to overhear.

Its early yet to be abroad.

It would be you and I my dear.

So none but you will hear my word.

But will hear it soft but clear.

 

I am here at the gate alone

Though I can feel your presence near.

The foliage is overgrown.

Which makes it difficult to see.

I sit upon a bench of stone.

Whilst I am waiting patiently.

 

 

 

 

And the musk of the rose is blown.

convincing me without a word.

Of what the garden’s always known.

That I am meant to marry Maude

This is the reason I was born.

We can’t defy our destiny.

 

Friday, 20 July 2012.