Thick-flowered is the trellis
  That hides our joys
From prying eyes of malice
  And all annoys,
  And we lie rosily bowered.

Through the long afternoons
  And evenings endlessly
Drawn out, when summer swoons
  In perfume windlessly,
  Sounds our light laughter.

With whispered words between
  And silent kisses.
None but the flowers have seen
  Our white caresses -
  Flowers and the bright-eyed birds.