Thou knowing they came from me!
And if song might be given the roses,
When I sped them in token to thee,
They should warble my song to thee softly—
Thou thinking the while on me!”
—From the German of Abingulf Wegener.
The brilliant Rose Tanager,
“Encircled with poetic atmosphere,
As lark emballed by its own crystal song.”
might be the fulfillment of the poet’s roseate dream, and the message that he bears a vocal incense from the flower’s glowing heart.