WILD FLO WEES. 53 
Now the zephyr and sunbeam were wild with de¬ 
light ! 
It seemed a whole age since they’d played with 
a flower; 
So they told a great fib to the poor little sprite, 
That was languishing down in her underground 
bower. 
“ Come out! little darling! as quick as you can! 
The Crocus, the Cowslip, and Buttercup too, 
Hare been up here this fortnight, we’re haring 
grand times, 
And all of them hourly asking for you! 
“ The Cowslip is crowned with a topaz tiara; 
The Crocus is flaunting in golden attire; 
But you, little pet! are a thousand times fairer; 
To see you but once, is to love and admire! 
“The skies smile benignantly all the day long; 
The bee drinks your health in the purest of dew; 
The lark has been waiting to sing you a song, 
Which he practised in Cloudland on purpose for 
you! 
