Beyond the garden wall we walked,

And wondered why it was

That everything seemed doubly beautiful in the half-light:

The birds that lined the cherry trees

Sent out their songs as if to see

Who might complete the harmony

And return their gentle call.

And you and I, with youthful glee,

In gentle tones did both agree

Their dulcet song seemed twice as sweet

From beyond the garden wall.

The dimming world did seem to glow, we paused to wonder why,

Our feet afloat on evening dew, our heads turned to the sky;

The bright half-moon winked down at us, as if to make reply.

The petals in the evening air did dance before our eyes,

They came and went in winding breaths, falling only to rise;

And as we turned to head indoors, we saw a shadow crawl—

Our black-tailed friend slipped round the bend, beyond the garden wall.