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 may trust me, linnet, linnet,
I am seven times one to-day.
—Jean Ingelow.