Gates that I never entered, under the shadow of trees, Gates with the garden discreet behind the wall, Is it here, O garden discreet, is it here after all, Here and behind your gates, That the love of my life awaits In a golden sleep the dawn of my coming, under the trees? Under the quiet of trees the garden sleeps in the sun, Sleeps, and awaits one day a wakening hand; Is it I, O garden discreet, is it I shall stand One day at the gate, and claim Your princess in my name? For she sleeps and awaits the appointed coming, sleeps in the sun. Gates that I never entered, gates of my villa of dreams, Is there a princess at all that your shadows keep For her lover, O garden discreet, in a golden sleep? Ah, if behind your gates Only a shadow awaits The shadowy love that I lay at your portals, villa of dreams! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |