Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ROSES. I Walked through a garden of roses, Through a garden whose perfume was June,? Whose perfume was dulcet with June, Where the lips of the bud sweetly closes, For the touch of the love-lighted moon ! The sky seemed ever to clear it O'er that garden of flower and moon,? O'er the roses and ravishing moon, And I feasted on honey my spirit, And thought then the year was named June ! 'Twas there that the wonderful essence Of all which ensweetens earth's day,? Of all which enblossoms life's day, Unfolded the rapturous presence Of a maiden I loved fervently! Her lips were as red as the roses, Her eyes dreamed full of the moon,? And thrilled my soul with their moon ; As the bud to the dreamy orb closes, So closed her curled lips to my own ! The superlative air of that garden Was heavy, and soft with her sighs,? Was sweet with her languishing sighs,? Was dear with the breath of the maiden, And fair with her luminous eyes! But now the bright roses are lifeless, And all the wide world is a thorn,? An Eden transformed to a thorn, Yet my soul in its sorrow and weakness, Still dreams in the heart of the moon ! I walk through a garden of roses, But it is not the garden of June,? There's nothing resembling June, For Love's bitter winter exposes, The heart of my idol's but stone! ELLA. Where the shadows dance fantastic On the sun's highway, Speaking in their shapes prophetic Of life's little day : I journeyed with my trusting Ella,? With my love, whose name was Ella, Towards a mighty sea. Oft I whispered to her, feeling That we then might be [For the shadows grew less fleeting] Near the hidden sea ; But she answered, always laughing,? Lovely, young, and ever laughing, That it could not be ! Then ...