Blue Flowers
I go to gather in the woods for you
The wild flowers that are blue . . .
Petals to match the colour of your eyes!
None but blue blossoms will I take, yet see
How sweetly tempting me
The fruit trees swing their scented treasuries.
And how the buttercups and daisies dance
To meet my dazzled glance!
But gold and silver, Sweet, are naught to you.
And so let others rob God's gardens . . . shake
The stars down for your sake—
I bring you but the wild flowers that are blue!
Madrigal
Rare garden where my heart goes gathering
Many a lovely and delightful thing,
Pale roses of your body and the fair
Unrivalled yellow blossoms of your hair!
Tall lilies of your gay and careless grace,
And O the wistful flower of your face!
And all the soft and starry mysteries
Of those divine forget-me-nots, your eyes . . .
O come, fair Love, before the flowers fade,
And bless this garden that the gods have made . . .
Rare garden where my heart goes gathering
Many a lovely and delightful thing . . .