A Long ‘fourney aah

““O, have you seen my garden in the West,
And have you seen my roses red and white:
The garden I have made, therein to rest,
The roses blowing all for my delight ?

“O, come you to my garden, come away,
And gather all my roses, an you will.
Leave but the buds to flower another day,
And, O, my heartsease, prithee do not hill.

“Now, while he was still singing, he
came to a high wall, with a great green
gate in it. His voice failed him, and he
fumbled in his pocket for the key. Perhaps
the joy of being back again had made his
hand unsteady. At any rate, he could not
get the key into the lock. He tried a long
time, and he looked at the lock; it was all
choked with dust and rustiness, and he
saw that he could not expect to open it.
~ “So he went to the other side of the
road, and looked at the wall, to see if he
could climb it. Alas! he had built it so tall
and strong that now it was to keep him
out.