Did you ever see my flocks and herds, all my little golden creatures?
Dusky honey-bees in plenty, golden bumble-bees a few?
Have you never seen them feeding on my larkspur and my mallow?
Some day I shall have a fountain, or a tiny pool for lilies.
And I’ll sit there, hidden safely, all alone and full of fancies,
Playing I’m a lovely princess, resting by her carven fountain.
I shall like to be a princess, to have friends and lovers by me!
I can praise them, I can chide them, tell them secrets if I like,
Flinging back their happy laughter like a handful of clear water.
Oh, my little treasured garden, ten square feet of haunting perfume,