Hedge, That Divides The Lovely

Hedge, that divides the lovely
Garden, and myself from me,
Never in you so fair a rose I see
As she who is my lady,
Loving, sweet and holy:
Who as I stretch my hand to you
Presses it, so softly, too.

by Torquato Tasso

Comments (4)

I wonder what he is referring to when he says 'Hedge that divides the lovely garden, and myself from me? ' Obviously, his beautiful lover is the rose, but I don't quite understand what the hedge represents, and what it is separating him from. Anyone?
Sweet little poem about love, probably a young new love
Wonderful poem! It is tender, loving and sweet!
Wonderful poem on hedge, a thin line that demarcates the love, life and ecstasy...