Of a lady fair, on a milk-white steed,—
Of a lady fair, and a stately lover,
And the charm that lay in a four-leaf clover.
"Study the lesson!" the robin said,
As he poised on the branch above her head,
With a whirr of wings like the beat of drums;
"Edith," the bee hummed, "mind the sums!"
But shadow and shine in their airy play
Coaxed for the story that matched the day.
"Any time will do for the tiresome task,"