We will not take Love's name; that little word,
By lips too oft profaned, we will not use.
From Nature's best and loveliest we will choose
Fit symbols for Love's message; like a bird,—
Whose warbled love-notes by its mate are heard
In greenwood glade,—shalt thou in strains profuse
The prisoned music of thy heart unloose,
While my heart's love is by sweet flow'rs averred.

Then take, O take these fresh-awakened flowers,
The symbols of my love, and keep them near,
Where they may feel thy breath and touch thy hand;
Then sing thy songs to me,—in silver showers
Pour forth, thine eager soul, and I shall hear;
Ah, thus will Love Love's message Understand!