What The Flowers Saw

She came through shade and shine,     By scarlet trumpetvine     And fragrant buttonbush,     That heaped the wayside hush     And oh!     The orange-red of the butterfly weed,     And pink of the milkweed's plume,     Nodded as if to give her heed     As she passed through gleam and gloom, heigh-ho!     As she passed through gleam and gloom.     Marybud-gold her hair;     And deep as it was fair;     Her eyes a chicory-blue,     Two wildflowers bright with dew     And oh!     The flowers knew, as flowers know,     The one she'd come to find;     They read the secret she hid below     In her maiden heart and mind, heigh-ho!     Her maiden heart and mind.     All day with hearts elate,     They watched him from the gate,     Where in the field he mowed     At the end of the old hill-road     And oh!     They seemed to see with their petaled eyes     The thing he was thinking of,     And whispered the wind, in secret-wise,     All that they knew of love, heigh-ho!     All that they knew of love.     No matter what befell     Not one wildflower will tell;     Not one, that leaned to look     And see the kiss he took     And oh!     The things they said in the woodland there     You must ask of the wandering breeze,     Who whispers all news of earth and air,     And is gossip of the trees, heigh-ho!     Old gossip of the trees.