Pacchiarotto/Magical Nature
MAGICAL NATURE.
1.Flower—I never fancied,—jewel I profess you!Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower. Save but glow inside and—jewel, I should guess you,Dim to sight and rough to touch: the glory is the dower.
2. You, forsooth, a flower? Nay, my love, a jewel—Jewel at no mercy of a moment in your prime! Time may fray the flower-face: kind be time or cruel,Jewel, from each facet, flash your laugh at time!