Down in their vases so white and deep.
The brown bees go humming aloft;
The humming-bird soars away;
The butterfly blows like the leaf of a rose,
Off, off in the sunshine gay;
While you peep over the garden wall,
Looking so wistfully after them all.
Are you tired of the company
Of the balsams so dull and proud?
Of the coxcombs bold and the marigold,