The Charm

KE crimson lamps the tulips swing,

The lily flowers their incense bring,

The daisies votive garlands fling Before the altar of the Spring.

And you and I in this green May,

When thrushes sing, and white lambs play,

Go glad at heart--so glad and gay,

No word seems good enough to say.

Yet there's a charm, it would appear,

Which, if I spoke it in your ear,

Would fix the spring for ever here;

Pass on--I will not speak it, dear.