I go to gather in the woods for you
The wild flowers that are blue . . .
Petals to match the colour of your eyes!
None but blue blossoms will I take, yet see
How sweetly tempting me
The fruit trees swing their scented treasuries.
And how the buttercups and daisies dance
To meet my dazzled glance!
But gold and silver, Sweet, are naught to you.
And so let others rob God’s gardens . . . shake
The stars down for your sake—
I bring you but the wild flowers that are blue!