Geranium, Silver leaved - The Language of Flowers

Geranium, Wild.

Disappointed Expectation.

Oh, give me back my maiden haunt
Beside the meadow brook;
I weary for the simple scenes
My foolish heart forsook.
A couch beneath our cottage-roof
Gave calm and sweet repose;
I never wakened then to weep,
Nor slept to dream of woes.

Now dwell I here, slave 'mid slaves-
A kid within a fold;
Alas! I do not love my chains,
Although they are of gold.
I do not love these gaudy rooms,
This incense-laden air;
How sweeter far the mountain-rocks
And wild winds breathing there!