Even then blooms the GORSE- -not a month of them all But finds this true friend on his way; And does not its cheering presence recall An old proverb ? * -sweet Dora, why suddenly fall Thy blue eyes? and why turn thus away? I'll never rob thee of a lily nor rose, While the bonny bright GORSE may be mine; For that flower is a charter to love while it blows, And entitles thy Lubin, wherever it grows, To a kiss from those sweet lips of thine. Nay, pout not, nor frown-though you thus prove the flower E'en more emblematical yet For the golden bud lives in a weapon-girt bower, All around and about her are guardians of power, But as, when resolved the bright blossom to gain, So when Lubin a kiss craves, sweet Dora in vain To the flaunting May-pole and the dance! "When gorse is out of blossom, kissing is out of fashion"-gorse being in bloom all the year. |