No higher flight could her fancy take,
Were the darling child asleep or awake;
And presently there in that paradise,
The lids fell over the heavy eyes,
And the noon-bell's summons, loud and clear,
Was heeded not by her slumbering ear.
How long was her nap, I do not know,
But she sauntered home when the sun was low';
Dinner was over, and father frowned,
And chided her gently for "idling round,"