Each petal bore a greeting
For my lady fair,
And, oh, the whole wide world might read
What was written there.
For my lady fair,
And, oh, the whole wide world might read
What was written there.
For roses are Love's servitors—
Roses red as wine.
"I love you, love you, love you, sweet,"
Is their mystic sign.
Roses red as wine.
"I love you, love you, love you, sweet,"
Is their mystic sign.
It was just a rose I sent her,
Just a fragrant rose,
But that it carried all my heart
Everybody knows!
Just a fragrant rose,
But that it carried all my heart
Everybody knows!
SONG AND SINGER
I HEAR it in the vast, vague silences
I That thrall the ebon night,
Singing its soul out to the pallid stars
That guard Elysian height.
I That thrall the ebon night,
Singing its soul out to the pallid stars
That guard Elysian height.
At noon, high-tide of day's tumultuous roar,
'Tis calling, calling still;
And, oh! it comes to me like pipes o' Pan
From off the sunset hill.
'Tis calling, calling still;
And, oh! it comes to me like pipes o' Pan
From off the sunset hill.
The dusk is vocal with its cadences
That throb from star to star,
And, seraph-voiced, amid the radiant dawn
It lures me from a-far.
That throb from star to star,
And, seraph-voiced, amid the radiant dawn
It lures me from a-far.
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