Girl, with the soft grey eyes, <br />You to the flowers belong: <br />From the perfume of a rose <br />My heart shall weave you a song. <br />I will colour its words with light, <br />Like the sun on that straying tress. <br />The wind will lend me its harp <br />To set it in loveliness. <br /> <br />It shall fold you soft as the mist, <br />Yet stir your heart like the sea, <br />Till lips that never were kissed <br />Shall yeld their homage to me.<br /><br />George Essex Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-garden-5/
