As one by one he softly laid aside
The crimson petals of that folded heart,
To drink the honied fragrance of its love,
The rose-bud thrilled and trembled into bloom,
Its breeze his sigh—its sun his burning glance—
Its dew-drop life his kisses wild and warm.
He lingered o’er the pure, unsullied leaves
Of Mind’s mysterious volume, and there came,
Where’er he breathed upon the virgin page,
Bright gems of glowing fancy, and deep thought,