I have loved flowers that fade, Within those magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents.

Thick on the woodland floor Gay company shall be, Primrose and Hyacinth And frail Anemone, Perennial Strawberry-bloom, Woodsorrel's pencilled veil, Dishevel'd Willow-weed And Orchis purple and pale.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, The milkwhite is the slae.