Love brings the blush into the fair wild rose,
And paints the white upon the heron's plume;
And flings into wild dream the prophet's prose,
And points the starry lights in midnight gloom,

Love sends the gleam into the infant's eye,
And makes the rustle in the bladed corn;
Instills the sweetness in the young girl's sigh,
Flashes the red into the whitening morn.

And if love did not with her shining wand
Entrance the sea and earth and wondrous sky,
Chaos would break his old restraining bond;
And earth would crumble and the stars would die.