I have a garden of my own
Shining with flow'rs of ev'ry hue;
I lov'd it dearly while alone,
But I shall love it more with you:
And there the golden bees shal come
In summer time at break of morn,
And wake us with their busy hum
Around the Siha's fragrant thorn.

I have a fawn from Aden's land,
On leafy buds and berries nurst;
And you shall feed him from your hand,
Though he may start with fear at first.
And I will lead you where he lies
For shelter in the noontide heat,
And you may touch his sleeping eyes,
And feel his little silv'ry feet.