This is the island of gardens
Filled with a marvelous fragrance
O! the pale scent of the jasmine!
O! the delicious mimosa!
Beating soft pinions together
Cometh a wind from the mountains;
Why wouldst thou leave us, O small wind?
Rest thee awhile ‘mid the laurels
Even as thou, have I wandered
Over the earth and the ocean
Pondering many things deeply
Now I lie down in the sunshine
This is the island of gardens was written by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor & Radclyffe Hall.