[BIRD LOVE— ROSE LOVE]
If you were but a rose—dear love—
And I your bird, with dip of wing
To tell a promise of the Spring
And with a golden swift caress
My happy careless love confess,
No pain such gentle vows could bring,
No tears should stay my flight above,
If you were but a rose—dear love.
Bird-love, rose-love, to last the day