Beloved, in your absence

Belovèd, in your absence I have told

My love for you to every little flower --

Vermilion, pink and purple, red and gold --

That blossoms in our fragrant-hearted bower.

And should I die ere you come back again,

Would not the rose my golden vows repeat?

Yes, every bloom would whisper through the rain,

And fling its perfumed message at your feet!