The Wish Poem by William Crafts

Oh! that I could wed thee, love,
And live upon thy looks so dear;
And call thee mine for ever, love!
And see thee mine, for ever near.

The ring that I would give thee, love,
The sweetest flowers of spring should be,
With myrtle foliage interwove,
The mystic sign of constancy.

The bower where I would wed thee, love,
Should be where the jasmines blow;
Under the wing of the turtle dove,
Would we seal the nuptial vow.

The flowers of love can never die,
Which thy rosy lips imprest;
The bird of love will never fly,
While thy bosom is its nest.