For I wait to clasp her in my arms
And a kiss—to make demands,—
Small payment for that heavenly music
Played by angel hands.
THREE NAMES
A bird, a child, and a bed of purple flowers,
I found in a garden so green and so bright.
With gentle step to them I moved and spoke,—
All three did tremble at my sight.
“Oh, come to me, my pretty little flowers;