[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
XIII.
The Token
From out my garden fair
This flower so sweet I chose;
’Tis robed in colours rare;
It is a fragrant rose.
O take it, Love, from me —
This emblem of my heart!
’Twould perish but for thee;
’Tis drooping as we part.
O keep it, Love, to show
That, though we parted be,
When sorrow’s cold winds blow
My heart is still with thee!
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 29-30
Editor’s notes:
thee = (archaic) you
’tis = (archaic) a contraction of “it is”
’twould = (vernacular) a contraction of “it would”
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