“The Garden”
There is a garden where Death has gone to sleep…
Dark Death, like a pale, tired boy nods drowsily
for he is enamored of her and doth keep
Her luminous blossoms forever from decay.
There in the dusky day, in the dim air
Dreams, like disturbing notes from a secret song
Shimmer and float between beauty and dispair
In an ecstasy no heart endures for long
And to this golden garden all lovers come
Young lovers, happening on eternity
Where Dark Death sleeps and dreams,
there venturing some
Are briefly raised beyond desire or pity…
-Marjorie (Cameron) “Songs for the Witch Woman”
