Tom sang:
The green wood is ringing with mocking-birds' notes,
And melody springing from turtle-doves' throats,
And wild flowers growing so beautiful there,
Their fragrance are throwing all over the air.
But see! in yon bower, that wild vines inclose,
A lovelier flower than lily or rose;
Your beauties have vanished, ye lilies so fair,
To her cheeks are banished; go seek for them there!
Your sweetness, ye roses, which butterflies sip,