Garden of the Griffin

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.

Over meadows of the moon, Across the silver sand, The errant blooms of lights were strewn, At midnight woke from stars; at noon Slept still on either hand.