From wind-rocked blue-bells flashed his eye;
He floated round the butterfly;
His little golden head rose up
In the water-lily’s cup;
His saucy breath, with nectar fed,
Puffed at me from the violet’s bed.
Half in sport and half caress;
Oh, dear artless Happiness!
Womanhood one day me found,
And my brows with roses crowned.