I turn and gaze with fond amaze
At all—for all are fair.
But one I find—best to my mind,
Of all I choose but one;
I stoop and gather that choice flower,
And wear that flower alone.'"
I turn and gaze with fond amaze
At all—for all are fair.
But one I find—best to my mind,
Of all I choose but one;
I stoop and gather that choice flower,
And wear that flower alone.'"