“Where do the stars grow, little Garaine?
The garden of moons, is it far away?
The orchard of suns, my little Garaine,
Will you take us there some day?”
“If you shut your eyes,” quoth little Garaine,
“I will show you the way to go
To the orchard of suns and the garden of moons
And the field where the stars do grow.

“But you must speak soft,” quoth little Garaine,
“And still must your footsteps be,
For a great bear prowls in the field of the stars,
And the moons they have men to see.

“And the suns have the Children of Signs to guard,
And they have no pity at all—
You must not stumble, you must not speak,
When you come to the orchard wall.

“The gates are locked,” quoth little Garaine,
“But the way I am going to tell—
The key of your heart it will open them all:
And there’s where the darlings dwell!”