Fidelis
F. Hart
Fidelis was the word,
A rosebud smile the wand
To touch my soul that stirred
All ecstasy beyond,
Like a soaring bird.
The bird is in the skies,
My heart was even there,
Where Summer's cradle lies
Rocked by a secret air
Slipped from Paradise.
The Summer light it goes,
The bird away it flies,
And Love is one with those:
The rose that never dies
Never was a rose.