And so my bosom would I fill
With lily, pink, and daffodil,
And gallop back, my treasures folding,
And bold of heart to bear a scolding,
My head enwreath’d from ear to ear,
And Duke, my spaniel, prancing near.
XX.
Dear happy days, forever fled,
I too must wither, and be dead.
I too must droop; oh bear me up!