The Garden

Tell me where the peacock flies

(In his tail a hundred eyes)

In and out the trees; disguise

Of tapestry among the blooms

Through the gardens' hundred rooms

Where the scented cypress looms

Above the jasmine; silver night

Wrapped above, beneath; while white

The waking moon that dreams delight

In wings of green that dip and rise,

And gentle jasmine's sweet perfume

On the moonlight's breath takes flight.