A Love Symphony

Along the garden ways just now

I heard the flowers speak;

The white rose told me of your brow,

The red rose of your cheek;

The lily of your bended head,

The bindweed of your hair:

Each looked its loveliest and said

You were more fair.

I went into the wood anon,

And heard the wild birds sing

How sweet you were; they warbled on,

Piped, trilled the self-same thing.

Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,

The burden did repeat,

And still began again because

You were more sweet.

And then I went down to the sea,

And heard it murmuring too,

SYSTEMPart of an ancient mystery,

All made of me and you.

How many a thousand years ago

I loved, and you were sweet--

Longer I could not stay, and so

I fled back to your feet.