Michiganensian. [1900]

Amoris Decora.
The Lily.
H AM the flower of Birth-of-Love;
Along the edges of his grove
His raying lamp am I, that sways
In dusk, unentered garden ways;
To me, his first faint words are sweet;
I homeward light forgetful feet,
I am the flower of Birth-of-Love,
The Rose.
I am Love's Rose, the Rose of Love,
My warm, glad heart his pulsings move,
Behold my petals, lo, blood-red,
By me are lovers garlanded;
I shudder at one word they say,
His perfect flower, I live a day;
I am Love's Rose, the Rose of Love.
The Violet.
I am the Flower of After-Love,
My haunts;-small heed have men hereof,
But he who questing for the Rose
*Through Love's forsaken garden goes,
Along his path shall find me set;
One word dies on my lips,-forget
I am the flower of After-Love.