Quinta da Regaleira Photographer

Z. N.

Oh, the garden of the night, the mysterious organ,
The woods long pipes, shelter cellos!
Oh, night garden, sad caravan
Mute oaks and motionless fir-trees!
He ran around all day making noises.,
Was battle oak, and poplar-shock.
A hundred thousand leaves like a hundred thousand bodies,
Intertwined in the air autumn.