TWO BLUSH-ROSES.
A blush-rose lay in the summer;
There were golden lights in the sky,
And a woman saw the blossom,
As she stood with her lover nigh.
There were golden lights in the sky,
And a woman saw the blossom,
As she stood with her lover nigh.
A band in the flowering distance
Played a dreamy Italian air,
Like a memory changed to music,
And it drifted everywhere.
Played a dreamy Italian air,
Like a memory changed to music,
And it drifted everywhere.
'Twas an exiled love of its Southland,
That air, and its delicate wails
Were only the wandering echoes
Of the songs of nightingales.
That air, and its delicate wails
Were only the wandering echoes
Of the songs of nightingales.
"I love you," he tenderly whispered;
"I love you," she answered as low:
And the music grew sweeter and sweeter,
Because it had listened, I know.
"I love you," she answered as low:
And the music grew sweeter and sweeter,
Because it had listened, I know.
