Sparkling dew-drops stud the lily’s leaf like sabre broad and keen;
Bent on merry gipsy party, crowd they all the flow’ry green!
List to me, if thou desirest, these beholding, joy to glean:
Gaily live! for soon will vanish, biding not, the days of spring!
Rose and tulip, like to maidens’ cheeks, all beauteous show,
Whilst the dew-drops, like the jewels in their ears, resplendent glow;
Do not think, thyself beguiling, things will aye continue so:
Gaily live! for soon will vanish, biding not, the days of spring!
Whilst each dawn the clouds are shedding jewels o’er the rosy land,