Thou half-unfolded flower
  With fragrance-laden heart,
What is the secret power
  That doth thy petals part?
What gave thee most thy hue—
The sunshine or the dew?

Thou wonder-wakened soul!
  As Dawn doth steal on Night,
On thee soft Love hath stole.
  Thine eye, that blooms with light,
What makes its charm so...