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Louisa May Alcott - To J.M.B.
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`Oh, were I a heliotrope,
        I would play poet,
        And blow a breeze of fragrance
        To you; and none should know it.


        `Your form like the stately elm
        When Phoebus gilds the morning ray;
        Your cheeks like the ocean bed
        That blooms a rose in May.


        `Your words are wise and bright,
        I bequeath them to you a legacy given;
        And when your spirit takes its flight,
        May it bloom aflower in heaven.


        `My tongue in flattering language spoke,
        And sweeter silence never broke
        in busiest street or loneliest glen.
        I take you with the flashes of my pen.


        `Consider the lilies, how they grow;
        They toil not, yet are fair,
        Gems and flowers and Solomon`s seal.
        The geranium of the world is J. M. Bhaer.


        `JAMES`
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