Stolen Salvias

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Stolen Salvias

O, bleeding blossoms, tell, were my heart there⁠—

There in your bed,

Would that sweet thief that stole you unaware

Have stolen it instead?

Come with me, scarlet salvias, to your home;

We are not late;

Love in the moonlight there again will roam⁠—

There let us wait.

I still remember when one night she crowned

Me with the stars

Plucked from your scarlet sky⁠—she would astound

The kings of Mars.

She then would slay me⁠—wash the face of night

With my bold blood⁠—

Ay, she would show that yours is not as bright

And not as good.

O, scarlet salvias, why should I refuse

When I’m with you?

Why should I chill my lady, if she choose

To steal me too?