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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

Emily Pfeiffer 1841–90

To the Herald Honeysuckle

DEEP Honeysuckle! in the silent eve

When wild rose cups are clos’d, and when each bird

Is sleeping by its mate, then all unheard

The dew’s soft kiss thy wakeful lips receive.

’T is then the sighs that throng them seem to weave

A spell whereby the drowsy night is stirr’d

To fervid meanings, which no fullest word

Of speech or song so sweetly could achieve.

Herald of bliss! whose fragrant trumpet blew

Love’s title to our hearts ere love was known,

’T was well thy flourish told a tale so true,

Well that Love’s dazzling presence was foreshown;

Had his descent on us been as the dew

On thee, our rarer sense he had o’erthrown.