⁠Let thoughts that change and fly,
⁠Sweet thoughts and swift, go by;
⁠More than all thought is here.
More than all hope can forge or memory feign
⁠The life that in our eyes,
⁠Made out of love's life, lies,
And flower‑like fed with love for sun and rain.

⁠Twice royal in its root
⁠The sweet small olive‑shoot
⁠Here set in sacred earth;
⁠Twice dowered with glorious grace
⁠From either heaven‑born race
⁠First blended in its birth;
Fair God or Genius of so fair an hour,
⁠For love of either name
⁠Twice crowned, with love and fame,
Guard and be gracious to the fair‑named flower.

⁠October 19, 1875.