DEAR little flower, so pure and white,Blooming alone, on this green site,Tender, sweet, and very fair.How I should love to pluck and wearThee to-night, in my nut brown hair!'Twould only be but an hour or so:-Thus I'll pass on, and leave thee to grow.
Leave thee to bloom in the warm sunlightAnd close your eyes in the shades of night,And breathe your breath of fragrance rare.Yet, how I'd love to pluck and wearThee to-night, in my nut-brown hair!Alas! 'twould be but an hour or so:-Thus I'll pass on, and leave thee to grow.
