John Kenyon

Blushing

TO---

Chloris! I cannot help but blush
To meet that dark and glancing eye;
Sportive you mark the sudden flush,
Then feign surprise and wonder why.
Oh! have you seen the frozen stream,
That wakes beneath the sunny ray?
It dances in the genial beam,
It leaps to feel the touch of May.
Or have you viewed, with young surprise,
The tube that tells of heat or rain.
And watched tlie sparkling fluid rise,
And throb along the crystal vein?
Thus, Chloris! when thy dark eyes speak,
Quickened by them the blood will start;
Swift speeds the current to my cheek,
But has its fount within my heart.