My love gave me a passion-flower. br I nursed it well - so brief its hour! br My eyelids ache, my throat is dry: br He told me that it would not die. br br My love and I are one, and yet br Full oft my cheeks with tears are wet - br So sweet the night is and the bower! br My love gave me a passion-flower. br br So sweet! Hold fast my hands. Can God br Make all this joy revert to sod, br And leave to me but this for dower - br My love gave me a passion-flower.