In gardens wet with due of night, 
Where Moon tempts smallest moth to flight. 
When in the early summer morn, 
Do I sit waiting for the dawn. 

Spring’s romance has called my name, 
As butterflies dance in the rain. 
Where bees so happy do entreat, 
The future flower with nectar sweet. 

On beaches where you once had walked, 
Your soul imprinted on the sand. 
I search the vast white ocean skirt, 
As I write your name with careful hand. 

So sweetly do the Angels sing, 
Your name in Heaven’s choir. 
So softly is the sound I hear, 
As they play upon their Lyre. 

Oh that mercy granted me this hour, 
To hear your voice again. 
As I look across the ocean vast, 
And see once more you sailing then. 

And not a moment sooner too, 
Your vessel of my once small hope. 
As it breaches far horizon, 
Before Summer with his Spring elopes. 

On bare feet I, the pebbles feel, 
So round and smooth beneath my feet. 
As I lift my eyes to see your face, 
Your perfect smile a treat. 

So softly do the Angels play, 
The strings upon their Lyre. 
So sweetly do I hear the sound, 
As Angels sing in Heaven’s choir. 

In gardens damp with mist of night, 
Where twilight tempts small wings to flight. 
When in the coming summer morn, 
Will I'll be waiting for the dawn. 

Spring’s romance has beckoned me, 
As flowers dance under the rain. 
Where bees so busy do entreat, 
Love's flower with their nectar sweet.