A Love Song

I gave her a rose in early June,

Fed with the sun and the dew,

Each petal I said is a note in the tune,

The rose is the whole tune through and through,

The tune is the whole red-hearted rose,

Flush and form, honey and hue,

Lull with the cadence and throb to the close,

I love you, I love you, I love you.

She gave me a rose in early June,

Fed with the sun and the dew,

Each petal she said is a mount in the moon,

The rose is the whole moon through and through,

The moon is the whole pale-hearted rose,

Round and radiance, burnish and blue,

Break in the flood-tide that murmurs and flows,

I love you, I love you, I love you.

This is our love in early June,

Fed with the sun and the dew,

Moonlight and roses hid in a tune,

The roses are music through and through,

The moonlight falls in the breath of the rose,

Light and cadence, honey and hue,

Mingle, and murmur, and flow to the close,

I love you, I love you, I love you.