You’ve powdered your legs with gold;
O, brave marsh Mary-buds, rich and yellow!
Give me your money to hold.
O, Columbine! open your folded wrapper
Where two twin turtle-doves dwell;
O, Cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper,
That hangs in your clear green bell.
And show me your nest with the young ones in it—
I will not steal them away;
I am old! you must trust me, Linnet, Linnet—