The Garden blossoms well, my dear, br As there you wait for me br But do not think to take my soul br I will not bow to thee br br And I will sit beyond, my dear, br (The Dark Moon high above) br One hundred buds each day shall die br Before I give my love br br This flower to your call won`t bend br Nor will I lie beneath br For from the earth, as you, I came br I`ll bear no bridal wreath br br The Garden blossoms well, my dear, br The mirror calleth me br The Other World shall be my home br Throughout eternity br br br (For readers who may not be familiar with the story of Lilith, may br I suggest that you research it on the internet - this will clarify the br meaning of this poem) - Val Dbr br Valerie Dohrenbr br