Peeped at me o’er a little mound,
And soon the bright Sun, warm and round
Was looking at me, smiling down
To see my little slumber-gown.
O fair the meadow was to see!
The blossoms laughed and spoke to me.
And drops like pearls in every place
Were hanging on the spider’s lace;
And little rainbows everywhere
Were dancing in the golden air;