“What a charming name,” said Anemone, who was fond of flowers.
And the Sorcerer sang:—
“My Love sits high in a golden chair,
And my Love looks softly down;
With a golden pin she pins her hair,
But it shines like a golden crown.
And oh, my Love! look down to me
With a smile in your almond eyes,
For the blue doves nest in the willow tree
And the Spring rides up the skies;