text:  There's blood upon the lady's cheek There's brightness in her eye: Who says the sentence is gone forth That that fair thing must die? Must die before the flowering lime Out yonder sheds its leaf-- Can this thing be O human flower! Thy blossoming so brief? Nay nay 'tis but a passing cloud Thou didst but droop awhile; There's life long years and love and joy Whole ages in that smile-- In the gay call that to thy knee Brings quick that loving child Who looks up in those laughing eyes With his large eyes so mild