Come Into The Garden Maud

To whom does the sound belong"Come into the garden Maud."
The words keep humming today.
The month of March is sliding past,
the woods and the paths are all in the beams of light
as the evening reclines and pauses awhile

How do I hear a guitar?
in the place so far away from the sea?
A deep basal tone
heard only on the shore of the sea,
and how it has found a way
in the rustling wings of the trees!
"Come into the garden Maud"
When did I first hear those words?
It seems so long ago..
in a little bird's singing note,
in the pages of the classroom notes?
And sure it was in the classroom
on those pages was scribbled
in a watery ink the delight of a spring
that was not there for long.
And yet it lived, and it does live;
it whispers thru' the leaves of the woods;
ruffles the shadows of the trees in spring,
It lives and it does call,
"Come into the garden Maud"