(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907 / )

Gibberish

Many a flower have I seen blossom,
Many a bird for me will sing.
Never heard I so sweet a singer,
Never saw I so fair a thing.

She is a bird, a bird that blossoms,
She is a flower, a flower that sings;
And I a flower when I behold her,
And when I hear her, I have wings.

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Comments (5)

And I a flower when I behold her, And when I hear her, I have wings.... Yes, when she sings, I've wings. Lovely
This is lovely., ., ..so so lovely, its a beautiful gibberish
I appreciated the comment by Savita Tyagi, the beautiful lines took on additional possibilities, and made the title wonderfully appropriate.
She must have written it as a lullaby for her baby and as a mother I can vouch the baby must have loved it.
Gibberish, yes, but lovely gibberish indeed. At least she knew it was gibberish when she wrote it.