Floridian.

I.     The cactus and the aloe bloom     Beneath the window of your room;     Your window where, at evenfall,     Beneath the twilight's first pale star,     You linger, tall and spiritual,     And hearken my guitar.     It is the hour     When every flower     Is wooed by moth or bee     Would, would you were the flower, dear,     And I the moth to draw you near,     To draw you near to me,     My dear,     To draw you near to me. II.     The jasmine and bignonia spill     Their balm around your windowsill;     The sill where, when magnolia-white,     In foliage mists, the moon hangs far,     You lean with bright deep eyes of night     And hearken my guitar.     It is the hour     When from each flower     The wind woos fragrances     Would, would you were the flower, love,     And I the wind to breathe above,     To breathe above and kiss,     My love,     To breathe above and kiss.