Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries,

With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries:

The honey-bags steal from the humble bees,

And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,

And light them at the fiery glow-worms eyes,

To have my love to bed, and to arise;

And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,

To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes;

Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies."[346:A]