Morning dew on sweet rose petals,
Awake thy mouth to-a hearty song
Though my lips are coarse as nettles,
They are wise and not headstrong.

Fresh and scented is thy gaze,
In the light of rising suns
Though my eyes are dry with haze,
They avert from charming sons.

I hope we meet in time of trial,
The outside oft reflects the deep
Where the soul soars from defile,
The body’s climb is very steep.

Stars that shimmer far away,
Are best admired from afar
If your eyes should greet their ray,
Your heart will burn when left ajar.

Fear not, deep sighs are not in vain,
These wondrous workings of the heart
Your mind will swiftly draw their chart
And quench the flames of longing pain.

(From Flowers and People)

Surely I am more than a thread
Of soft wood and velvet beauty?
But I fear with deepest dread
To leave the stillness of my duty.

I feel so lonely in my bloom,
Alas is there no one like me?
I wonder wildly in my gloom
If somewhere I can be a tree.

(From Flowers and People)