Love's wishes

Would I were Erin's apple-blossom o'er you,

Or Erin's rose in all its beauty blown,

To drop my richest petals down before you,

Within the garden where you walk alone;

In hope you'd turn and pluck a little posy,

With loving fingers through my foliage pressed,

And kiss it close and set it blushing rosy

To sigh out all its sweetness on your breast

Would I might take the pigeon's flight towards you,

And perch beside your window-pane above,

And murmur how my heart of hearts it hoards you,

O hundred thousand treasures of my love;

In hope you'd stretch your slender hand and take me,

And smooth my wildly-fluttering wings to rest,

And lift me to your loving lips and make me

My bower of blisses in your loving breast.