Live all thy sweet life through, br Sweet Rose, dew-sprent, br Drop down thine evening dew br To gather it anew br When day is bright: br I fancy thou wast meant br Chiefly to give delight. br br br Sing in the silent sky, br Glad soaring bird; br Sing out thy notes on high br To sunbeam straying by br Or passing cloud; br Heedless if thou art heard br Sing thy full song aloud. br br br Oh that it were with me br As with the flower; br Blooming on its own tree br For butterfly and bee br Its summer morns: br That I might bloom mine hour br A rose in spite of thorns. br br br Oh that my work were done br As birds' that soar br Rejoicing in the sun: br That when my time is run br And daylight too, br I so might rest once more br Cool with refreshing dew.