Ties of Roses

I found Her in the springtime shade;
then bound Her fast with ties of roses:
She didn’t feel it, slumbering.

I looked at Her; my life—it clung
to Her life in these very glances.
I felt it well, and didn’t know.

But voicelessly I spoke to Her,
and rustled with the ties of roses:
Then from Her slumber She awoke.

She looked at me, Her life—it clung
to my life in these very glances,
and round us grew Elysium.