Photo Sharing. Your Photos Look Better Here. | SmugMug : cross : Cross of Ages I come into your garden fair, To Waltz upon the dew. To look upon your handiwork, While morning still is new. I come into your meadow fair, To laugh upon the lawn, To stare upon a red-blue sky, Working magic come the dawn. I come into your forest fair, To sing among the trees, To sway carefree amidst the leaves Come full the noon-day breeze. I come into your greenwood fair, To watch the sunlight play, As it dances towards the dusk, And sparkles like the fey. I come into your grove so fair, The cloak of night comes round, To gather stars within its sweep And shine upon the ground. I come upon your world so fair, And think on what I've seen Then fall to sleep with Gods of old, And dream on moon-beam wings.