The blossoms whispered the whole night through.
Their cups were as full as they could hold
Of a secret sweet as the honeyed dew.

" What will you give her? and you? and you? "
Nodding each head as the gift was told,
The blossoms whispered the whole night through.

Sighed violets twain: " For her eyes of blue
We die to-night in the moonbeams cold,
Smiling to Heaven through tears of dew. "

" My pinkest bud is my birthgift true,
Shy kisses and lisping words to fold, "
The rosebud whispered the whole night through.

Said a stately lily as ever grew:
" I yield the loveling a heart of gold;
White thoughts enshrine it and holy dew! "

O Baby Bud, ere your petals knew
Earth's lightest blemish, our fragrant-souled,
The blossoms whispered the whole night through
Of a secret sweet — as sweet as you.