For works with similar titles, see Song (Letitia Elizabeth Landon).
II.
A mouth that is itself a rose,
And scatters roses too;
An eye that borrows from the sky
Its sunshine and its blue;
A laugh, an echo from the song
The lark at morning sings;
A voice — but that has sadder tones,
And tells of tenderer things;
Auburn is her long dark hair
With a golden shine:
Must I tell you more to know
This true love of mine?
I might say she is so kind,
Faithful, fond—but no!
My sweet maiden's hidden heart
None but I may know.