This heart a bulb

Thrash the vine 

Seek the gateway 

Moonflowers pale 

Brambles old 

Split the lock 

Dig, if it won’t break 

Rose, oh, scented rose 

—My very own— 

This walled garden calls 

Sing to me 

Sleek slip of grass 

Where my toes wake 

In trembling dew 

I breathe with you— 

Rose; bracken; yew 

Scents singing love 

This heart a bulb