For a light heart in a dull season.
And you may love him in the pool,
That is for him a happy school,
In which he swims as taught by nature,
Fit pattern for a human creature,
Glancing amid the water bright,
And sending upward sparkling light.
"Nor blush if o'er your heart be stealing
A love for things that have no feeling:
The spring's first rose by you espied