I would I were the glow-worm, thou the flower, <br />That I might fill thy cup with glimmering light; <br />I would I were the bird, and thou the bower, <br />To sing thee songs throughout the summer night. <br /> <br />I would I were a pine tree deeply rooted, <br />And thou the lofty, cloud-beleaguered rock, <br />Still, while the blasts of heaven around us hooted, <br />To cleave to thee and weather every shock. <br /> <br />I would I were the rill, and thou the river; <br />So might I, leaping from some headlong steep, <br />With all my waters lost in thine for ever, <br />Be hurried onwards to the unfathomed deep. <br /> <br />I would--what would I not? O foolish dreaming! <br />My words are but as leaves by autumn shed, <br />That, in the faded moonlight idly gleaming, <br />Drop on the grave where all our love lies dead.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-i-were-the-glow-worm/
