Classic Poem

I give to thee the blessing of all flowers, —
The sweetness lingering on the summer breeze,
The music of all thunders and all seas,
The passionate brightness of all red-rose bowers,
The silver magic of love's moonlit hours,
The soft sense of the greenness of the leas,
And tender utterance of the buds of trees,
And tender melody of the springtide showers.

The blessing of the universe is thine, —
This I thy poet for a guerdon give;
Around thy perfect brows all flowers I twine;
In these and in my songs thy soul shall live;
When all loves else are passing to decay,
Then, sweet, the dawning of our bridal day!