Come not into my garden, dear my love,
For there the rain is grey and desolate :
I who have gathered yewberries by moonlight
Warn you to leave me if you value life .
The gate stands open, but no man alive
Returns to tell what met him in the moonlight .
Before the rain fell grey and desolate
In that forsaken garden , dear my love .
Merlin my master gave me keys to death ;
They hang here at my girdle in the moonlight .
With loving words I win all men that live
To fly with me from the land of war and dearth ;
But though I stand at the gate and plead till sunrise ,
Come not into my garden , dear my love .
8 Dec. 1950