Passion Flowers (Watson)/Dandelions
Dandelions.
Abroad, the song of birds,
And intoxicant perfume!
Again hath come the time
When the dandelions bloom.
Again among the trees,
Where the locust shadows gloom,
I flit in childish joy,
Where the dandelions bloom.
And intoxicant perfume!
Again hath come the time
When the dandelions bloom.
Again among the trees,
Where the locust shadows gloom,
I flit in childish joy,
Where the dandelions bloom.
Oh! days forever gone,
Oh! heart that held no room
For sorrow's bitter pang,
Come, the dandelions bloom;
Their gold is in the grass,
Where each blue bell waves a plume,
And my heart is wistful grown
Since the dandelions bloom.
Oh! heart that held no room
For sorrow's bitter pang,
Come, the dandelions bloom;
Their gold is in the grass,
Where each blue bell waves a plume,
And my heart is wistful grown
Since the dandelions bloom.
A sweet, elusive voice
Floats as from a shadowed tomb;
"Come, come, oh! Sweet, and see
How the dandelions bloom!"
Floats as from a shadowed tomb;
"Come, come, oh! Sweet, and see
How the dandelions bloom!"