When I take you 'cross the way,

For to-night your petals prove

The Devotion of my love,

Heliotrope.

'Tis time we go, breath o' bee,

Heliotrope.

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All the house is lit for me;

Here's the room where we may dwell,

Filled with guests delectable.

Hark! I hear the silver bell

Ever tinkling at her throat.

I have thought it was a boat,

By the Graces put afloat,

On the billows of her heart.

I have thought it was a boat

With a bird in it, whose part

Was a solitary note.

Now I know 'tis Heliotrope

That the moonlight, bursting ope,

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