In a Garden, by Madison Cawein

  The pink rose drops its petals on
  The moonlit lawn, the moonlit lawn;
  The moon, like some wide rose of white,
    Drops down the summer night.
      No rose there is
      As sweet as this—
  Thy mouth, that greets me with a kiss.

  The lattice of thy casement twines
  With jasmine vines, with jasmine vines;
  The stars, like jasmine blossoms, lie
    About the glimmering sky.
      No jasmine tress
      Can so caress
  Like thy white arms' soft loveliness.

  About thy door magnolia blooms
  Make sweet the glooms, make sweet the glooms;
  A moon-magnolia is the dusk
    Closed in a dewy husk.
      However much,
      No bloom gives such
  Soft fragrance as thy bosom's touch.

  The flowers blooming now will pass,
  And strew the grass, and strew the grass;
  The night, like some frail flower, dawn
    Will soon make gray and wan.
      Still, still above,
      The flower of
  True love shall live forever, Love.