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Floral Poetry. 
I think and I dream (did you know it?) 
Of somebody’s eyes, her soft hair, 
The neck bending whitely below it, 
The dress that she chances to wear. 
Each tone of her voice I remember, 
Each turn of her head, of her arm ; 
Methinks, had she faults out of number, 
Being hers, they were certain to charm. 
So friendly her face that I tremble, 
On friendship so sweet having ruth ; 
But why should I longer dissemble? 
Or will you not guess at the truth? 
And that is, dear maiden, I love you ! 
The sweetest, the brightest, the best! 
Happy the roof-tree above you, 
The floor where your footstep is prest! 
May some new deliciousness meet you 
On every new day of the Spring; 
Each flower, in its turn, bloom to greet you, 
Lark, mavis, and nightingale sing. 
May kind vernal powers in your bosom 
Their tenderest influence shed ! 
May I, when the Rose is in blossom, 
Enweave you a crown, white and red. 
IV. Allinpham. 
