When I spoke of the liberated, dew-kissed meadow here, from the moonlit stream, the flowers started saying that this secret guardian of our garden would be.

This profound couplet speaks to the nature of secrets and rare beauty. The poet suggests that if he were to reveal the memory of a time when he possessed pure, untamed freedom, the very elements of nature—the buds—would declare that this secret is sacred. It implies that the most precious memories and joys are not meant for public display, but must be guarded, cherished, and kept private.