IMPROMPTUFOR A GIFT OF ROSES.
A ROSE has magic in its leaves,
Or in its petals I should say;
A spell around my heart it weaves,
Sweet lady, then be chary, pray.
Or in its petals I should say;
A spell around my heart it weaves,
Sweet lady, then be chary, pray.
This offering is sweet and fair,
Which thou on me dost now bestow;
Its dewy fragrance seems so rare,
How to describe I hardly know—
Which thou on me dost now bestow;
Its dewy fragrance seems so rare,
How to describe I hardly know—
Or how to thank thee for thy gift,
So freely to a stranger given;
I sometimes think that angels dwell
Upon the earth the same as heaven.
So freely to a stranger given;
I sometimes think that angels dwell
Upon the earth the same as heaven.
