The Full Heart

If I could sing the song of her Who makes my heart to sing; If I could catch the words to match Its secret blossoming; My song should be a heaven of sound Thrilled through a single note,-- The world of light that's infinite In one flower's honey--throat! A fountain diamonded in air, Earth--blessing dews at night, A dancing child, flames lovely--wild, Should not so much delight. But where I most have theme to boast I stammer in my speech; The full heart shames my faltering art With music past its reach.