SILVER'S SONG OF SECRETS
Now shall I
bind thy heart to mine;
Shall weave a tapestry of thee,
Gold for love
And red for blood-
And silver for the secrets.
Silver holds her secret well;
She may be blackened in thy sight,
Yet polish her to thy delight-
Erase her tarnished shell.
Merry met and merry be,
When my heart is bound to thee.
Now shall I find a peerless rose;
No blemish in its breath of gold,
Holy scent
For thee is spent-
And none shall be ashamed.
Rose may spend her perfume soul;
May wilt and fade in parody,
Yet hold her petals dear to thee-
And she may yet be whole.
Merry met and merry be,
When thy rose breathes over thee.
Now shall I lull thee with my wine;
Shall make a fine embroidery,
Grey for dove
And green for buds-
And sapphire for the secrets.
Wine may wrest thy fears away;
And dull thine eye a little while,
But take her unction with a smile-
Enjoy her as thou may.
Merry met and merry be,
When thy fears are lulled for thee.
Now shall I sweeten thy repose;
My charm within thy heart unfold,
Innocent
Thy love is spent-
And never be reclaimed.
Charms may rest so light for thee;
Touch thy heart or kiss thy mind,
Tell me aye, and thou shalt find-
The light of dreams with me.
Merry met and merry be,
When thy sleep is sweet for thee.
Tapestry,
Embroidery,
Silver, sapphire, gold-
Wine and roses
Dream, my love-
My secrets shalt thou hold.
Oh, merry met and merry be,
When my love is known to thee.
Merry met! So merrily-
Shalt thou fall in love with me.
Silver's song of Secrets