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.