That flowers hang nameless, someone else's sweet
Vocabulary might the blooms express
That here elude articulation meet;
With named adornments, in meticulous
Profusion, blaze lightning trails through the green;
Or starting as a tree, in sight unfolds
A forest or a field, a patchy scene:
'Tis beauty named (or unnamed) one beholds!
The sweeter beauty for being spelt aloud
Its worth in language rests its chief appeal;
The unnamed beauty stands out from the crowd,
And begs an introduction it to feel.
So, all in all, might names on beauty prey,
As my love sees what your name does convey!
