IDYL IN A GARDEN

We walked in a little garden All drenched with silver dew, I said: “How blue those violets!” “Your eyes are yet more blue.” I touched a slender lily, So tall and gold and fair; “A priceless thing,” I whispered, “More priceless gold, your hair.” I plucked a rose so lovely, “The sweetest flower,” I said, “But oh, your lips are sweeter!” Said he, as he bent his head.