A blossom pink, a blossom blue, Make all there is in love so true. 'Tis fit, methinks, my heart to move, To give it thee, sweet girl, I love! Now, take it, dear, this morn and wear...
Thou most majestic Queen of sculptural art, What learn'd architect designed thy throne? Who traced thy stately form in head and heart, And sent the sculptor forth to carve the stone?...
For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring, For the flowers which bloom and the birds that sing, For the verdant robe of the gray old earth, For her coffers filled with their countless worth,...
The sweetest singer once thou wast, but art no more; An elf thou wast of what thou now shalt be, Where thou art in realms of that celestial shore; There thou shalt sing through all eternity....
There is nothing so sweet as our life in our dreams, When we soar far on fancy's swift wing; For a thing in our dreams is all that it seems, And the songs are so sweet that we sing....
Aye! many a rhyme my pen has flown, In oblivion, all unknown; Still many more, perchance, I say, Float on in one unbroken lay - But ask me naught of where or when, Long as they ring in hearts of men!...
Put nothing in another's way, Who's plodding on through life, But fill each heart with joy each day, With peace instead of strife. So then let not a missent word, Or thought, or act, or deed...
O, fairest Dame of sylvan glades, We come to pay thee homage due, Embrace thee softly and to kiss Thy lovely, long-forsaken cheeks; To smooth thy flowing silver locks...