And lo, the maid did turn and seek her out the bud,
And pluck it that she bear it unto Him.
And at the garden’s ope He stood and waited her.
And forth her hand she held, therein the bud,
And lo, He took therefrom the bloom
And left the garden bare,
And maid did stand astripped
Of heart’s sun ’mid her garden’s bloom.
When lo, athin the wound there sunk
A warmpth that filled it up with love.