[pg 22]

What are you singing about, little birds,

Twittering loudly in lime-tree and oak?

Telling each other the wonderful words

On a sweet May evening a lover spoke?

Butterflies, floating away from the trees,

With blossom-like wings of delicate dye,

You are bearing tidings certain to please,

Scatter them freely, but do not ask why.

Two lovers stood 'neath a star-lighted sky,

Half fearfully touching enchanted ground:

One lover was Harry, and one was I,

And the world went merrily round and round.

[pg 23]

Souls rushing together from distant parts,

Vows utter'd that cannot be ever undone;

A minute ago two lives and two hearts,

Through time and eternity now but one.

O foolish butterflies! chattering birds!

Instinct in vain with humanity strives;

 Prev. P 18/110 next