I would I were a favorite flower

I would I were a fav'rite flow'r,

recluse amid some beauteous bow'r,

where thou didst walk at lovely eve,

to gain from care a sweet reprieve.

I'd circle round thy flowing hair,

a brilliant halo rich and fair.

and waft on zephyr's wings to thee

love's breathings, full of fragrancy.

I would I were some unseen thing,

in extasy I'd constant cling

around thy form, as does the vine

its tendrels round the tree entwine;

and on those soft expressive eyes,

bright as the hues of paradise,

I'd gaze entranc'd, till death destroy'd

the high-wrought pleasures I enjoy'd.