Flower of Song 6i 



Oh, the wonderous joys of summer, 

 As they yearly come to me! 

 When the Iris is in blossom. 

 Let me then from care be free 

 To go out into the garden, 

 Talk awhile with them and dream — 

 Oh, my dear and graceful fairies 

 Very wonderful you seem. 



In the morning, all are radiant. 



Fair and stately in the sun. 



And I hasten out to greet them 



Robed in splendor — every one. 



How I wish my friends could meet them. 



Since their greeting is the same 



To either friend or stranger. 



As we call them each by name. 



Gowned in pearly satin, Fairy — 

 Sapphires, topaz at her throat. 

 Much admired — light and airy. 

 From her sweetest perfumes float. 

 Dear Celeste, in dainty azure. 

 Courted by the White Knight true. 

 With a green sword he defends her. 

 Watching her the whole day through. 



Jacquesiana — gorgeous fellow — 

 Standing with a gaudy crowd! 

 They don't mix much with the others 

 Who've proclaimed their colors loud. 

 Caterina, — wonderous beauty — 

 Side by side with Oriflamme, 

 Alcazar and Edouard Michel, 

 Violet Queen and Tamerlan. 



