O Girl Of Spring! O Brown-Eyed Girl! Gathering Violets Near The Woods, Whose Coy Young Petals Half Unfurl The Mystery Of Their Dulcet Moods. O Blushing Girl! O Girl Of Spring! I Hear No Answer Move The Air; Yet Eyelids Hovering On The Wing Reveal Deep Meanings Curtained There. O Girl Of Spring! O Spring Of Love! Let Silent Violets Be The Speech From You To Me, And Let Them Prove What Maiden Silence Will Not Teach!