Could I, a poet,
Implant the truth of you,
Seize it and sow it
As Spring on the world.
There were no need
To fling ( forsooth ) of you
Fancies that only lovers heed!
No, but unfurled,
The bloom, the sweet of you,
( As unto me they are opened oft )
Would with their beauty's breath repeat of you
All that my heart breathes loud or soft!