Hearts and Flowers - Romanticism In Rime Royal

If roses alabaster white e'er deign To cast in crystal eyes one purposed song, Dare tenderly to grasp the bluest vein O, golden tears, a reddened heart ere long. For blown, a wind of breath, whisked far along Does shimmer in all time stood silent--still, And by the lunar light, a broken will. Come morning, to the rose in bed, love spoke A cantillation voiced in bluebird tongue How doth thy petals rise with blood of oak? How dost thy stem ascend the fairest rung? On heights o' heaven hast the soul been hung For all, for all, to bare no droplet spared O Life, in alabaster love repaired. - Aron Jacob