If All Pink Flowers

If all pink flowers that there ever grew
Made flowing bowers surrounding all of you;
If all the bowers were heavened oh, so fair,
With sweetest scents of flowers everywhere;
If each light bloom held tiny bells a-ring
That rang you waking for a morning sing;
If all the birds there made a cheep or chime,
Proclaiming day was coming right on time,
And day himself threw out a gleaming beam
To crown the edges of your late night’s dream;
If all these joys, and all of beauties more,
Were whirling round you all their golden store,
Then gladdest—I, and I would kiss you, Sweet,
From shaded head down to your naked feet.

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