So bashful when I spied her!
So pretty – so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets
Lest anybody find –
So breathless till I passed her –
So helpless when I turned
And bore her struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond!
For whom I robbed the Dingle –
For whom betrayed the Dell –
Many, will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!
My friend must be a Bird –
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be –
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
Thou puzzlest me!
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be –
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
Thou puzzlest me!