The Time o’ Day.

IF I should look for the time o’ day

On the rose's dial red,

I would think it was just the sunrise hour,

From the flush of its petals spread.

And if I would tell by the lily-bell,

I would think it was calm, white noon;

And the violet's blue would tell by its hue

Of the evening coming soon.

But when I would know by my lady's face,

I am all perplexed the while;

For it's always starlight by her eyes,

And sunlight by her smile.