On his outstretched hands, a wreath so gay,
It looked like a crown for the Queen of May.
And while he was going, I heard him sing,
"O seize the garland of passing
Spring!
"
But I dared not reach, for the bank was steep;
And he bore it away, to the far off deep!
There came, then, a lady;—her eye was bright—
She was young and fair, and her bark was light;