Pass me a ribboned rosebud from its bed
And lazily lie each velvet petal
To relish as a crown around her head.
Let pollen's feverish senses settle.
Upon her crimson cheeks and fingertips
Rustles the dizzy hay and buttery corn;
In brushing her face, they may taste her lips
I'm caught by the sun's hazy hour; reborn.
Little stirs but time's distant cuckoo cry
So silence speaks, the more intense the scene
As flowers gave their bodies, so shall I
And live and breathe entirely for love's dream.
Through the green cuts of grass, fringed in sky blue
Valleys and beetles heard how I loved you.