Ah well! that rare enchantment 

 For us both, perhaps, is dead; 



But I would that the Seuor s roses 

 Were somehow mine instead. 



And so 1 send you these flowers 

 To rewaken that exquisite glow, 



When the roses of the Sefior 



Breathed their homage long ago. 



And I dare to wish, as I leave them 

 In the old time way at your shrine, 



That the charm of the Senor s roses 

 Might be transferred to mine. 



