Would but toss a scarlet cap,—
Would but laugh, with shaken head,
“Trust it not, do not repine,
Puck, the pranksome, is not dead!”
If you know not what to think,
Ask the tittering bobolink;
Straightway shall the answer rise
Bubbling from his gleeful breast:
“Dead? ’Tis but his latest jest!
Robin Puck, the wild and wise,