Girl, with the soft grey eyes, br You to the flowers belong: br From the perfume of a rose br My heart shall weave you a song. br I will colour its words with light, br Like the sun on that straying tress. br The wind will lend me its harp br To set it in loveliness. br br It shall fold you soft as the mist, br Yet stir your heart like the sea, br Till lips that never were kissed br Shall yeld their homage to me.