I envy every flower that blows <br />Along the meadow where she goes, <br />And every bird that sings to her, <br />And every breeze that brings to her <br />The fragrance of the rose. <br /> <br />I envy every poet's rhyme <br />That moves her heart at eventime, <br />And every tree that wears for her <br />Its brightest bloom, and bears for her <br />The fruitage of its prime. <br /> <br />I envy every Southern night <br />That paves her path with moonbeams white, <br />And silvers all the leaves for her, <br />And in their shadow weaves for her <br />A dream of dear delight. <br /> <br />I envy none whose love requires <br />Of her a gift, a task that tires: <br />I only long to live to her, <br />I only ask to give to her <br />All that her heart desires.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lover-s-envy/
