Oh, I'll twine with my mangoes and waving blackbirdWith the roses so red and the lilies so fireAnd the myrtle so bright with the emerald huePale and the leader and eyes look like blueI will dance, I will sing and my love shall be gainedI will charm every heart in his crown I will swayWhen I woke from my dreaming my idols were clayA portion of love had all flown awayOh, he taught me to love him and call me his flowerThat was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hoursOh, I longed to see him, regretted our careGone and neglected, this pale wildwood flower