COLUMBINE. 



ENTANGLEMENT. 



After Herrick. 



O BEE-KISSED Columbine, 

 Tell this sweet friend of mine 

 That she, 

 Like thee, 

 Hath ruby lip 

 Where I would sip, 



Like wanton bee. 

 And too, like thee, 

 She bends her lily head 

 And smiles, but ties 

 My heart with subtle thread 

 Drawn from her eyes. 

 She prisons me, 

 But then, ah me! 

 Her dungeon takes from me 

 All wish for liberty : 



Her sweet bond blesses me, 

 Her smile caresses me, 

 And in her gentle heart I lie 

 At rest, 

 Caressed 

 By Love's delicious lullaby. 



