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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 38, December, 1860 · Chapter 5The Wedding
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O Love! the flowers are blowing in park and field, With love their bursting hearts are all revealed. So come to me, and all thy fragrance yield! O Love! the sun is sinking in the west, And sequent stars all sentinel his rest. So sleep, while angels watch, upon my breast! O Love! the flooded moon is at its height, And trances sea and land with tranquil light. So shine, and gild with beauty all my night! O Love! the ocean floods the crooked shore, Till sighing beaches give their moaning o'er. So, Love, o'erflow me, till I sigh no more!