Beautiful Anemone ! 
Say, do the fairies streak. 
The blushes on thy cheek 
When moonlight sleeps upon thee ? 
Beautiful Anemone! 
Do they not pile the gold 
Which thy pure vases hold, 
Heaping their favours on thee ? 
Beautiful Anemone ! 
Then round thy lovely bell 
Surely they breathe a spell 
To draw ail hearts unto thee. 
Beautiful Anemone ! 
Thou fairy gifted flower, 
We own thy magic power, 
And fondly linger near thee ! 
