Blossoms

When spring puts on her wedding gown,

And ev'ry little sreamlet brown

Runs singing to the sea,

Then shyly ope these dewy eyes

With blue reflections from the skies;

Heav'n's sweet “Remember me.”

So now my heart's a garden fair

With Love's first blossom growing there,

Enchanting flower to see.

Close, softly close, white petall'd eyes

Within whose shade Love's perfume lies,

That gives new life to me.