Then upon thyme and tansy think,
On fields of sainfoin, ruddy pink,
On dells deep down and rocks upreared,
On lad's-love and on old-man's-beard,
On spearmint and on silver sages,
On colewort and on saxifrages!
Then think on pools in dimmest haunts,
Unwhipped of any wind that rages,
Where the lithe flag her purple flaunts,
Where frogs go plopping round the edge