Flitting far, as bribes, it won
Blossoms fair and held before,
As her constancy to lure.
Graciously she marked its play;
Steadfastly she held her way.
Changed of mood, with tender gloom
It hung its garlands o’er a tomb.
Full in view thence reared its head,
Looked at me and beckoned,
Then, as if perforce, again