Editor’s Note'"I am wreathing a garland for wintry hours",'
- 'I am wreathing a garland for wintry hours',
- Thus whispered a Youth to his mistress the Dove,
- 'The verses you pen are the sweetest of flowers,
- Their fragrance delights me – it breathes so of Love!'
- 'Yourself is the Sun whose warm radiance divine
- Gave life to those flowers', cried the fond little Dove;
- 'Their incense will rise while that Sun deigns to shine,
- They never can wither while cheered by your Love!'