Humming round, from banks of flowers
Suck’d the rich ambrosial juice.
There an orange-plant, perfuming
All the air with blossoms white,
Near a bush of roses blooming,
Charm’d at once the scent and sight.
Of that plant the loveliest daughter,
One sweet bloom-bough all preferr’d;
When his glittering eye had caught her,
Oh, how joy’d the Humming Bird!