In the garden, with violets gathered in your hair, Bride of Summer, what enchantment do you wear? Kiss the water, river daughter, lock your smile away. Hidden treasure, future pleasure for a rainy day, you say Outside my window, I hear you whisper in the evening breeze. You weave your story, a web of gold between the sleeping trees. Tired flowers, dying hours, veil across the sky. Distant thunder, sliding under, echoes of your sigh Glide by.