I tend my flowers for thee

Geraniums — tint — and spot —

Low Daisies — dot —

My Cactus — splits her Beard

To show her throat —

Carnations — tip their spice —

And Bees — pick up —

A Hyacinth — I hid —

Puts out a Ruffled Head —

And odors fall

From flasks — so small —

You marvel how they held —

Globe Roses — break their satin glake —

Upon my Garden floor —

Yet — thou — not there —

I had as lief they bore

No Crimson — more —

Thy flower — be gay —

Her Lord — away!

It ill becometh me —

I'll dwell in Calyx — Gray —

How modestly — alway —

Thy Daisy —

Draped for thee!