To One A-marrying

By Nora May French

Aye, pluck a jonquil when the May's a-wing,
  Or please you with a rose upon the breast.
  Or find a violet chosen from the rest
To match your mood with blue caprice of Spring;
Give windy vines a tendril less to swing-
  Why, what's a flower? a day's delight at best,
  A perfume loved, a faded petal pressed,
A whimsey for an hour's remembering.
But wondrous careful must he draw the rose
From jealous earth, who seeks to set anew
  Deep root, young leafage, with a gardener's art—
To plant it queen of all his garden-close,
  And make his varying fancy wind and dew.
    Cloud, rain and sunshine for one woman's heart.