English poem
(After Victor Hugo.)
by F. C. Philips (1849–1921)
Pretty one, tho' the morning is breaking Thy lattice is fasten'd close How is it that thou art not waking When awake is the rose?
Darling, arise! for I am he Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee, Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee.
Nature loud at thy lattice is beating: I am Day says the morning above I am music the bird sings repeating, And my heart cries "I am Love."
Darling, arise! for I am he, Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee, Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee.
ROSE.