Finzi, Gerald: I praise the tender flower

I praise the tender flower, Op. 17 No. 1

I praise the tender flower,
That on a mournful day
Bloomed in my garden bower
And made the winter gay.
Its loveliness contented
My heart tormented.

I praise the gentle maid
Whose happy voice and smile
To confidence betrayed
My doleful heart awhile;
And gave my spirit deploring
Fresh wings for soaring.

The maid for very fear
Of love I durst not tell:
The rose could never hear,
Though I bespake her well:
So in my song I bind them
For all to find them.

Words: Robert Seymour Bridges (1844–1930)
Music: Gerald Finzi (1901–56)