Oh! Come to me, darling! My Sweet!
Here where the sunlight reposes;
Pink petals lie thick at my feet,
Here in my garden of rose's.
Oh! come to my bower! My Queen!
Sweet with the breath of the flow'rs;
Shaded with curtains of green;—
Here let us dream through the hours.
The sky is unfleck'd overhead,—
Trees languish in Sol's fervid ray,—
The earth to the heavens is wed,
And robin is piping his lay.
Lost is their sweetness upon me;
Vainly their beauties displaying;—
Cheerless I wander, and lonely,—
Hoping and longing and praying.
Oh! come to me, Queenliest flower!
Reign in my garden of roses;
Humbly we bow to thy power,
Loving the sway thou imposes.
Hark! 'Tis her tinkling footfall!
Robin desist from thy singing;
Mar not those sounds that enthrall,—
Faint as a fairy bell's ringing.
She cometh! My lily! my rose!
Queenlier,—purer, and sweeter!
Haste, every blossom that blows,
Pour out your perfumes to greet her!
Panting she rests in my arms;—
Now is my bower enchanted!
Essence of all this world's charms;—
My heart has won all that it wanted.