Classic Poem

1

Sweeter than the blossomed beans
Where the bind weed, bell-flower leans
Than beauty in her teens
Is love
Than roses on the briar
I' the summer o' the year
By the waters running clear
Sweeter is love
She's the first flower all the year
The maid I love

2

The black upon the bean
The streak in bell-flowers Seen
Is the eye and neck I wean
Of Love
The blush upon the rose
In her bonny ripe cheek glows —
Than any flower that blows
Sweeter is love
Less rich the ruby glows
Than her I love

3

She's a living lily flower
A rose tree in a shower
A fond perenial flower
Is love
No death affects its flower
No mildew blights its bower
Than Edens sun or shower
Sweeter is love
Heavens first eternal hour
Is her I love