Dwells ever in the honey’d lime above:
Bring me one pearly flower
Of all its clustering shower—
For on that spot we first reveal’d our love.
Gather one woodbine bough,
Then, from the lattice low
Of the bower’d cottage which I bade thee mark,
When by the hamlet last
Through dim wood-lanes we pass’d,
While dews were glancing to the glowworm’s spark.