Fragrant the garden close!
And I followed the magic of laughter
Till I passed through the heart of a rose,
Till I passed through a wood of wild wonder,
A forest of opal and gold,
To the valley of whimsical childhood
In the Land-Where-No-Child-Can-Grow-Old.
And oh, there were myriad children,
Witching and joyous and fair,
Their eyes all a wonder of dreaming,
The dust of the stars on their hair,
Tumbling in rapture together,
Hearing the leaves softly croon,
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
The song that they heard set them singing,
The cow jumped over the moon,
And Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
Where all of the stars are strewn;
They frolicked and played together,
Laughing in careless glee,
And there was a dear little lass named You,
And a glad little lad named Me.
They came to me slowly and shyly,
I feared that they would not know,
But they rested close in my waiting arms
And my heart would have it so;
They kissed me and softly murmured,
"We Love You! We Love You True!"
The glad little lad whose name was Me,
And the dear little lass named You.