BETA

Stornelli

By Mabel Hart.
Flower o’ the rose !1
Since first she passed, my heart has vagrant turned,2
To follow her where’er my mistress goes.3
Flower o’ the plum !4
I cannot speak. Oh, love, wilt thou not see ?5
Alas ! my love is blind, and I am dumb.6
Flower o’ the pear !7
I dreamed that she and Love had met, but woke8
To find Love all alone ; she was not there.9
Flower o’ the wheat !10
I heard her chide, and saw her
smile, and knew11
That all she says or does to me is sweet.12
Flower o’ the vine !13
A little new-fledged hope lit on my heart,14
And would not cease from singing, “ Joy is mine ! ”15
Flower o’ the heath !16
Dear hope, sing on !  Sweet hope, thou
singest true,17
For joy shall be to me in love or death.18