The Time o’ Day.

IF I should look for the time o' day On the rose's dial red, I would think it was just the sunrise hour, From the flush of its petals spread.

And if I would tell by the lily-bell, I would think it was calm, white noon; And the violet's blue would tell by its hue Of the evening coming soon.

But when I would know by my lady's face, I am all perplexed the while; For it's always starlight by her eyes, And sunlight by her smile.