Five little love songs

There's a bird beneath your window, 
There's a sunbeam that slips in, 
There's a rose-bush in your garden 
Where a spider learns to spin.

And we're all in league against you, 
Bird and flower and gold sun-dart, 
And the web the spider's spinning 
Is the mesh to hold your heart.

Along the sunny lane,
Wet with a fleeting rain,
And white with daisies in the tall green grass, 
How sweet it is to stray 
Throughout a Summer day,
Forgetting that a Summer day must pass.

White clover for the bee,
And just for you and me 
A happy lark is singing in the bush
Of Love and Stars and Spring,
And so we hear him sing,
Forgetting that the sweetest song must hush.

We have no thought or care,
Like all the flowers fair,
For any Morrow or for Yesterday;
And for a little while 
How sweet it is to smile,
Forgetting that such smiles must pass away.

Just a multitude of curls,
Weighing down a little head;
Two wide eyes, not blue nor gray,
Like the sky 'twixt night and day,
Small red mouth and all to say,
Has been sold.

Just a saucy word or glance
And a hand held out to kiss;
Just a curl a ribbon through
Just a flower fresh and blue,
And to think what men will do
Just for this! 

If I were a bird,
I would sing all day;
I would sing of you 
To the dropping dew,
To the heaven's blue,
All the praise I knew,
Till the whole world heard -
If I were a bird!

If I were a flower -
Say a daisy small —
I would kiss your feet 
When I saw you fleet,
Pass me by, O sweet!
I would murmur "Dear"
All the summer hour —
If I were a flower!

Clasp mine closer, little dear white Hand -
Clasp mine fastly, till it grows so cold 
All your tender pressures will be vain 
To awake an answ'ring touch again,
Till it lieth underneath the mould.

In Life's storm, and in Life's sun, 'tis you
Who have guided me throughout the land — 
Straightly - where the path was most obscure, 
Purely, for who touches you is pure —
Little Hand, O little loved Hand.

Paradise without you could not be.
I will wait outside till I behold
You appear.