A Song
Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills,
Ravish my orchard’s blossoms, let me bind
A crown of orchard flowers and daffodils,
Because my love is fair and white and kind.
To—day the thrush has trilled her daintiest phrases,
Flowers with their incense have made drunk the air,
God has bent down to gild the hearts of daisies,
Because my love is kind and white and fair.
To—day the sun has kissed the rose—tree’s daughter,
And sad Narcissus, Spring’s pale acolyte,
Hangs down his head and smiles into the water,
Because my love is kind and fair and white.
