The Secret

Go, whisper to her gentle winds,
While you are passing by,
The mighty secret of my heart,
The burden of my sigh.

Take to her from this blushing rose
Such sweets of scented air
As are befitting for a queen,
And one divinely fair.

And from this lily of the vale
Take her, who is to me,
The emblem of all that is good,
And sweetest purity.

The violets of azure eyes,
Which ever sweets impart,
Take her their gentle modesty,
So like her guileless heart.

Take all the sweets which you can find
Along your airy way,
To her whose face and daily life
Are like the month of May.

Blow softly on her lovely brow,
And give her lips a kiss,
The thing were I to do, O winds!
Would count a wonderous bliss.

She does not know my secret flame,
But what is that to you
Oh, winds? but take her from my heart
Its mighty love and true.