Down the dimpled green-sward dancing 
Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy, 
Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing 
Love's irregular little levy. 

Rows of liquid eyes in laughter, 
How they glimmer, how they quiver! 
Sparkling one another after, 
Like bright ripples on a river. 

Tipsy band of rubious faces, 
Flushed with joy's etheral spirit, 
Make your mocks and sly grimaces 
At Love's self, and do not fear it!