Of fragrant blossoms, and the air
Was spellbound with the perfume rare—
Upon a farm horse, large and lean,
And lazy with its double load,
A sun-brown youth and maid were seen
Jogging along the winding road
2. Blue were the arches of the skies,
But bluer were that maiden’s eyes!
The dewdrops on the grass were bright,
But brighter was the loving light