As well as June; and sprinkled o'er with spices
From beds of pinks and poppies in a row?
Perhaps like them; or, maybe 'twould be sweeter,
My little song, and prettier sound to you,
If I should make it make you think of lilies—
For midsummer has always lilies too.
Around the meadow-sweet the bees they cluster
So thick the children pick it not for fear—
Like meadow-sweet and bees, if I could make it,
A pretty little song 'twould be to hear!