Pluck not in haste, young man,
This flower of wondrous hue,
Nor dare to crush, nor fail to scan.
Such beauty ever new.
Gaze at it long, young girl,
And guard its sacred blush;
Then shall its treasures old unfurl
Your yearning soul to hush.
[LOVE DISCROWNED.]
(In Four Scenes.)
SCENE I.
"When he comes, my darling,
I shall tell him all:
All the secret ecstasy,
All the peace and joy,
All my heart's sweet fantasy,
Free from self's alloy,—
All—
O blessed power
Of love's sweet hour,
When I shall tell him all,
Shall tell him all!"