Love A Prisoner Poem by William Crafts

The snow-drop is in bloom,
And the young earth's perfume,
Scents anew the floating air;
It is the breath of love—
Beneath, around, above,
Young love is there.
Come, let us strive to snare him—see,
Love smiling waits for you and me.

Bind him with the jas'mine flower,
Hide him in a myrtle bower,
On thornless roses let him rest;
See his gracious eyelids move,
Hope and joy are eyes of love,
Kiss them and be blest.
Love gives bis own dear heart to he
One half for you, one half for me.

The tongue may lose its power,
As Babel's noisy tower,
Confounded it of yore;
But the language of the eye,
Survives, (though others die,)
Delicious as before.
Love gives his darling eyes, to be,
Pnc eye for you, and one for me.