Three Songs in a Garden

I / White rose-leaves in my hands, / I toss you all away; / The winds shall blow you through the world / To seek my wedding day. / Or East you go, or West you go / And fall on land or sea, / Find the one that I love best / And bring him here to me. / And if he finds me spinning / 'Tis short I'll break my thread; / And if he finds me dancing / I'll dance with him instead; / If he finds me at the Mass -- / (Ah, let this not be, / Lest I forget my sweetest saint / The while he kneels by me!)

II / My lilies are like nuns in white / That guard me well all day, / But the red, red rose that near them grows / Is wiser far than they. / Oh, red rose, wise rose, / Keep my secret well; / I kiss you twice, I kiss you thrice / To pray you not to tell. / My lilies sleep beneath the moon, / But wide awake are you, / And you have heard a certain word / And seen a dream come true. / Oh, red rose, wise rose, / Silence for my sake, / Nor drop to-night a petal light / Lest my white lilies wake.