Invocation: To the Gorse
Hardy gorse, that all year long
Blooms upon the English moor,
Let me set thee at the door
Of this little book of song.
When the dreary winter lowers,
Vainly dost thou seek a fellow
To thy blossom brave and yellow —
Color of the cheeriest flowers.
Thou of love perennial art
Such a symbol that they say:
" When no gorse-bloom greets the day,
There 's no love in any heart. "
Thus all days are Love's and thine. —
Spicy flower on thorny branch,
In Love's service thou art stanch —
Wilt thou, wilding, enter mine?
Blooms upon the English moor,
Let me set thee at the door
Of this little book of song.
When the dreary winter lowers,
Vainly dost thou seek a fellow
To thy blossom brave and yellow —
Color of the cheeriest flowers.
Thou of love perennial art
Such a symbol that they say:
" When no gorse-bloom greets the day,
There 's no love in any heart. "
Thus all days are Love's and thine. —
Spicy flower on thorny branch,
In Love's service thou art stanch —
Wilt thou, wilding, enter mine?
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