Harmonies (Howe collection)/Bitter-Sweet

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BITTER-SWEET
They gave the garden Friendship's name,
 And planted many a seed,
Unthinking, till a wizard came
 And did a wondrous deed.

Where one seed lay he touched his wand,
 And high all else above,
Sprang full-blown, fair all flowers beyond,
 The blood-red flower of Love.

Then one said, "Come, be friends again,"
 But ah! what magic cry
Can bid the bloom grow back? 'T is vain!
 The bittered flower must die.

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