I WALKED through a Forest,beneath the hot noon,On Etheline calling and calling!

One said:She will hear you and come to you soon,When the coolness,my brother,is falling.

But I whispered:O Darling,I falter with pain!

And the thirsty leaves rustled,and hissed for the rain,Where a wayfarer halted and slept on the plain;And dreamt of a garden of Roses!

Of a cool sweet place,And a nestling face In a dance and a dazzle of Roses.

In the drouth of a Desert,outwearied,I wept,O Etheline,darkened with dolours!

But,folded in sunset,how long have you slept By the Roses all reeling with colours?

A tree from its tresses a blossom did shake,It fell on her face,and I feared she would wake,So I brushed it away for her sweet sake;In that garden of beautiful Roses!

In the dreamy perfumes From ripe-red blooms In a dance and a dazzle of Roses.