Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Songs from the Turret. 7. As the king bird feeds on the heart of the bee

As the king bird feeds on the heart of the bee,
So would I feed on the sweets of thee.

As the south wind kisses the leaf at will,
From the leaf of thy lips I would drink my fill.

As the sun pries into the heart of a rose,
I would pry in thy heart, and its thoughts disclose.

As a dewdrop mirrors the loving sky,
I would see myself in thy tear wet eye.

As the deep night shelters the day in its arms,
I would hide thee, dear, from the world's alarms. 

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Behold the Earth
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

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