Song and flow'r and flow'r and song,
So soothed the summer drifts along:
Within our hearts a flow'r
Unfolding hour by hour,
While a song half-conscious slips
Over my dear one's lips.
Flow'r and song and song and flow'r,
So filled runs by each swift, sweet hour:
Close to my breast you twine
Your flow'r-lips laid on mine,
And I catch before we part
The song-beats of your heart.
Flow'r and song in our garden-close
Like wedded lovers have grown one word.
I could weave you a wreath from the notes of that bird,
And pluck you a song from the heart of this rose.