Who took thee from thy loved retreat,
And left thee here to die?
Thou fairest gem of all the earth—
E'en bonnie wilds that gave thee birth
Thy petals' sweetness hold.
I drink thy breath in fragrant draught,
Sweeter than royal lips e'er quaffed
From cups of burnished gold.
Who took thee from thy crystal home,
Where finny tribes delight to roam