Fragrance of heliotrope is she From grass-starred springs; Mignonette, in dew-washed Junes, And all the sweetly lovely things That stir the heart to beauty's blossoming. Pure kindliness and loyalties, she gave Serenely true, as moon-glow In white lotus pools; The cyprine wind, that wanders where she is, The perfumed music of her soul impells, Immortally, to us who loved her so, From those eternal gardens Where she dwells. |