Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone ;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.

In her garden she grows [...]

Beyond the ken of mortal men
Beneath the wind and waves
There lies a land of shells and sand
Of chasms, crags and caves
Where coral castles climb and soar
Where swaying seaweeds grow
And all around without a sound
The ocean currents flow
Graeme Base
I don’t remember where I got this box, or who made it or when, but the words inside [...]