The answer

The blossoms blush on the bough,

And the air is full of song,

Oh give me my answer now,

Dear Love, I have waited long!

The blossoms mantle and flush, --

I see but the rose in your cheek, --

And the birds their music hush,

For the fate your lips may speak.

I listen for life or death,

With hope's deep rapture stirred,

And faint as the blossoms' breath

Comes your low, delicious word.

And the earth reels under my feet,--

O blossoms that burn on the bough!

With the strength of a joy so sweet,

For I have my answer now!