’Twas on a day serene and fair,
The sun was bright and æther clear,
The rocking winds were lull’d to rest,
And ev’ry murmuring gale supprest;
When, tempted by th’ alluring heat,
A Fly forsook her dark retreat
To taste the sweetness of the skies,
And tinge her wings with various dyes;
Restless she rov’d her narrow tour,
And borrow’d paint from ev’ry flow’r;