Flowers from a Persian Garden and Other Papers

by W. A. Clouston

Of mirth and joy ’tis now the time, the hour, to wander to and fro;

The palm-tree o’er the fair ones’ pic-nic gay its grateful shade doth throw.

O Liege, come forth! From end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;

’Tis springtide once again, once more the tulips and the roses blow!

Behold the roses, how they shine, e’en like the cheeks of maids most fair;

The fresh-sprung hyacinth shows like to beauties’ dark, sweet, musky hair;

The loved one’s form behold, like cypress which the streamlet’s bank doth bear;

In sooth, each side for soul and heart doth some delightful joy prepare.

O Liege, come forth! From end to end with verdure doth the whole earth glow;

’Tis springtide once again, once more the tulips and the roses blow!