When spring puts on her wedding gown,
And ev’ry little sreamlet brown
Runs singing to the sea,
Then shyly ope these dewy eyes
With blue reflections from the skies;
Heav’n’s sweet “Remember me.”
So now my heart’s a garden fair
With Love’s first blossom growing there,
Enchanting flower to see.
Close, softly close, white petall’d eyes
Within whose shade Love’s perfume lies,
That gives new life to me.