The rose leans over the pool
G. Chadwick
The rose leans over the pool;
Oh touch me not, touch me not, love!
When the sun bursts above her,
the rude bee will love her;
oh touch me not, touch me not, love!
When the night breeze is cool;
Oh kiss me not, kiss me not, love!
With song that pursues her,
the nightingale woos her;
Oh touch me not, kiss me not, love!
The moth to the jasmine flies;
Oh touch me not, touch me not, love!
Drunk with fervid desire,
with love's passionate fire;
Oh touch me not, touch me not, love!
In her bosom he lies;
Oh kiss me not, kiss me not, love!
Till smothered in kisses,
he dies of love's blisses;
Oh touch me not, kiss me not, love!