Classic Poem

Love's meetest emblems are the flowers,
The blushing flowers of Spring —
Then bring me, dear, to charm my hours
Sweet leaves and blossoms bring.

I ask not gems or costly toys —
Their brightest ray is cold;
And ours are simpler, purer joys
Than can be won by gold.

The gems endure, the roses fade,
Yet something in the heart
Still tells that Love is best portrayed
By Nature, not by Art.

The dews, that tremble on the leaf,
But make its tints appear
More beautiful than aught so brief,
Except Love's smile and tear.

Their odors, too, a sweeter bliss
To sense and soul convey,
Than aught beside the early kiss
Of Love's unclouded day.

Then bring me, dear, to charm my hours
Sweet leaves and blossoms bring;
Love's meetest emblems are the flowers,
The blushing flowers of Spring.