Refrain
THE BLOOM OF LOVE!
(Double Acrostic)
Romance by the little stream,
Where the wild-rose blooms so fair;
Oh, who would mar that happy dream
I see enacted there?
Beauteous orioles are they—
Little timid, tongueless birds—
Each listening to the voiceless lay,
Love strives to put in words.
Roses drop their petals round;
In the air a sweet perfume;
Till time no longer baffles sound—
Eternal love hath burst its bloom!
MY MUSE
Oh! couldst thou know her faithful art!
When troubled dreams disturb the brain,
Though rattling sleet be on the pane,
Beneath the window of my heart,
I hear her cheering strain—
My Muse who never will depart
For life's cold wintry rain.