By Rachel Heffington
The starlike blossoms sweetly shine
And fragrant bloom upon the vine
That wanders through the groves of pine
And lights the dusky glen.
The phantom sweetness on the air
Perfumes the azure stillness there
And wafts ethereal and fair
To ease the hearts of men.
An angel's breath could hardly loom
As pure and sweet as yonder bloom,
That blesses me with rich perfume
And haunts each hill and fen.