190 THE LOVER IN THE GARDEN 



VIII 



" Sin you've provided a weed for me 



Amang the summer flowers, 

 Then I'se provide anither for you 



Amang the winter showers. 



IX 



" The new-fa'n snaw to be your smock 



Becomes your body best ; 

 An' your head sail be wound wi' the eastern 



wind, 

 An' the cauld rain on your breast." 



OLD BALLAD. 



SONG 



(From " Jason ") 



I KNOW a little garden close 

 Set thick with lily and red rose, 

 Where I would wander if I might 

 From dewy dawn to dewy night, 

 And have one with me wandering. 



And though within it no birds sing, 

 And though no pillared house is there, 

 And though the apple-boughs are bare 

 Of fruit and blossom, would to God 

 Her feet upon the green grass trod, 

 And I beheld them as before. 



There comes a murmur from the shore, 



