 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
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Love is the poetry of life.
Young Love is knocking at your heart;—
Open the lattice! let him in!
And blush not thus—nor sigh and start!
Love is not Shame, nor Grief, nor Sin.
Open the lattice! let him in!
And blush not thus—nor sigh and start!
Love is not Shame, nor Grief, nor Sin.
Love is an angel in disguise!
Sent, with a band of brilliant flowers,
To bind the soul that, exiled, sighs,
And lead it home to Eden's bowers
Sent, with a band of brilliant flowers,
To bind the soul that, exiled, sighs,
And lead it home to Eden's bowers
Yield to the chain that heavenward woos:
Go! linked with Love, in bonds so sweet!—
His wings will shower their rainbow hues,
His wreath, its fragrance round your feet.
Go! linked with Love, in bonds so sweet!—
His wings will shower their rainbow hues,
His wreath, its fragrance round your feet.
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