IV.

Come where the dragon-flies in coats of blue Flit o'er the wildwood streams, And fright the wild bee from the honey-dew Where if long-sipping dreams. Come where the touch-me-nots shy peep Gold-horned and speckled from the cascades steep: Come where the daisies by the rustic bridge Display their eyes, Or where the lilied sedge From emerald forest-pools, lance-like, thick rise.