Gibberish

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

    Many a flower have I seen blossom,

    Many a bird for me will sing.

    Never heard I so sweet a singer,

    Never saw I so fair a thing.

    She is a bird, a bird that blossoms,

    She is a flower, a flower that sings;

    And I a flower when I behold her,

    And when I hear her, I have wings.