To Lost and Ancient Gardens

My love is petals and dew
 The Erthe, the wilderness too
 For a fonder man, there is none
 Who admires her like the Sun
 Shining down so she may glow...
 But a maid stood alone
 In the trees, overgrown
 And she pondered the plight
 Of the rose
 She drank the dew from the rose
 I drank the dew from the rose
 I envy the one that she chose
 His stare and longing did grow
 Then she offered me a sip,
 But I dare not touch my lip
 Where the serpent's tongue hath coiled
 For a man she desires,
 And indeed one she would have
 If I should but meet
 Her gaze
 A man like you I've never known
 Her words a womanly moan
 So lonely he must remain alone
 Her dress so perfectly sewn
 If you'd come away with me,
 We shall never lonely be
 What a travesty it would be,
 Have you never felt the touch
 If our eyes should fondly meet
 Of a maid politely struck
 By a man so handsome as you?
 Come away, silly man
 No, no
 'Tis a green and pleasant land
 This cannot be
 That awaits us through the trees
 She has led me through the trees
 The Erthe, she whimpers neath my feet
 Her tears, they beg me not to leave
 Although sadder tales have been told,
 None so truthful
 Or so old
 As the man
 And his maid
 Gladly joined