My Heart Of Hearts

By Ruby Archer

My heart of hearts is a garden fair
All abud and abloom for you,
And a grey stone wall goes all around
That none without may see it is there.
But a little wicket your love has found
Furtively, shyly open for you.

A revel of blossom, a riot of bee,
And fragrance fine as a melody,
A thousand windings, soft to your feet;—
And none may win by the grey stone bound
To my heart of hearts with its rose and rue
And hidden wildness of wanton sweet—
Save you, Beloved, my Love, save you.