THE enchanted hour,
The magic bower,
Where, crowned with roses,
Love love discloses.
“Kiss me, my lover;
Doubting is over,
Over is waiting;
Love lights our mating!”
“But roses wither,
Chill winds blow hither,
One thing all say, dear,
Love lives a day, dear!”
“Heed those old stories?
New glowing glories
Blot out those lies, love!
Look in my eyes, love!
“Ah, but the world knows—
Naught of the true rose;
Back the world slips, love!
Give me your lips, love!
“Even were their lies true,
Yet were you wise to
Swear, at Love’s portal,
The god’s immortal.”