Odora Sings

When winds are cold, and winter strips, The Oak and ghostly Pine; And fastens every streamlet's lips, And cold icicles shine: Still fair amid the scene so bleak, The daisy flower is seen; So truest love will comfort speak, And make life's winter green.

That strain would charm an adder even to tears, So sweet a song, from mouth so full of grace. Before I saw thee, my Odora! ne'er I thought this world could ever grow so fair To me. Love throws a rosy, sparkling tissue On mountain, hill, lake, tree, shrub, leaf and flower, Love sweetens every note of nature seven fold. But sing again. Thy voice is like a harp.