Описание: There’s a crack in the southern wall, And your garden’s grass is too high, And your garden’s trees are so dim, And your garden’s morning is nigh.
There’s a lock on your garden’s gate, There’s ivy on the northern wall, And your garden’s trees are so tall, And your garden’s shade wears a shawl.
There’s a path from your garden’s gate, Leading into its beckoning depth; There is life in your garden’s breath, There is music in your very steps.
There is joy in your garden’s tune, There’s a voice in your garden’s mist. The western wall cradles the Moon; There’s no wall in your garden’s east.