When I behold the blossom hues of spring
My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope;
As out the youthful seeds and petal's wing
Do floral hazes and my sight elope.
What sweetest marriage have their blooms, rebirth;
Tho' secrets bear; my love did never leave,
For seasons of the cold nor heat give earth -
The gentled bulbs that has our growth, believe.
Yes! Mirror then the red of rose, and gold
That 'dills do splay what does the sun so know;
Although with love, does love appear as old
Yet shall the springtime tell: still love you so.

When nature's pupils are awake and stare
And when you gaze them back, shall I be there.