Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills, <br />Ravish my orchard's blossoms, let me bind <br />A crown of orchard flowers and daffodils, <br />Because my love is fair and white and kind. <br /> <br />To-day the thrush has trilled her daintiest phrases, <br />Flowers with their incense have made drunk the air, <br />God has bent down to gild the hearts of daisies, <br />Because my love is kind and white and fair. <br /> <br />To-day the sun has kissed the rose-tree's daughter, <br />And sad Narcissus, Spring's pale acolyte, <br />Hangs down his head and smiles into the water, <br />Because my love is kind and fair and white.<br /><br />Lord Alfred Douglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-38/
