I KNOW a garden where white lilies grow, br Under the grey sweet-laden apple boughs; br It is a garden where the roses blow, br And honeysuckle covers half the house. br O happy garden, do you keep the vows br Breathed in your quiet ear beneath the rose, br Or do you tell the tale to each soft wind that blows? br br br Across your grassy paths she used to stray, br She moved among you like a living flower, br Her beauty drank your beauty every day, br Your beauty decked her beauty every hour. br You gave her rose and lily for a dower, br With all sweet flowers and fruits your bosom bore-- br She took them all--and now she comes not any more.