Go talk to her, sweet flower, <br />To whom I fain would talk <br />Tell her I hour by hour <br />Pine on my own poor stalk. <br /> <br />Tell her that I should live <br />Not quite so sore distressed, <br />If she to you would give <br />A throne upon her breast. <br /> <br />Tell her that should she hie <br />To my parched plot to see <br />If I be dead, that I <br />No more should withered be. <br /> <br />If I were dead, her feet <br />My spirit would revive, <br />As may her bosom sweet <br />Keep you, sweet flower, alive.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-115/
