Of Lure and Despair

She was a flower so fair
Of forests wild and sparkling rivers
Of warm sunlight and morning dew
Of tress so old and young and new
Dancing with the wind among the bees
Telling her stories of twigs and wild honey,

And one day there came along the Prince of the Castle
Twas but a glance that a spell bound
She cared not the bees nor the whispering trees
Alas! a fleeting glance thou carest not, oh charming Prince.
And thus she said to the eastwind, that blew in haste
Blow my scent till thou woo my prince to me
So blew the eastwind, till the Prince said;
"Tis so sweet the wind sayest
Where art this scent from whither it comest"

Till he saw a flower dressed in dew afresh
And he bent low to take a breath
Closed his eyes as to drain the sweet
And her senses thus his caress defeat
Quick as he came, she saw him leave
Even as she held high her heave
With eyes still closed to reminisce

And she loved him so!
Thou art but a flower fair
Sang the forest in frowning despair
Yet she prayed to the magical dew
To turn her into a damsel for as long as the night's new.

And so she left the wild, a dame
To seek the Prince Of pleasing ways she so well knew
Learnt them she as a flower since
She spokest thus of charming things,
Oh with a gentle ease.
She sang a song of lover's paradise
Thou art but a flower fair
With a hundred hearts that shouted high
Tell thou truth the time is nigh
Thou art but the flower fair

The secret she held fast but her eyes did betray
Oh my love I want you, pray
Pardon thou my fears that my heart's in woe
Withereth now in mine own delight
Your ignorance of my guise.
As I did so, I canst look now into thine eyes

He doesnt know, He doesnt know
Oh the eastwind will you tell him so
But no, not this hour nor this day
Lest he draw apart and thus I fade
Alas, she is but the flower fair.