Stolen Salvias

O, bleeding blossoms, tell, were my heart there⁠—
There in your bed,
Would that sweet thief that stole you unaware
Have stolen it instead?
Come with me, scarlet salvias, to your home;
We are not late;
Love in the moonlight there again will roam⁠—
There let us wait.
I still remember when one night she crowned
Me with the stars
Plucked from your scarlet sky⁠—she would astound
The kings of Mars.
She then would slay me⁠—wash the face of night
With my bold blood⁠—
Ay, she would show that yours is not as bright
And not as good.
O, scarlet salvias, why should I refuse
When I’m with you?
Why should I chill my lady, if she choose
To steal me too?