WITH A WATER-LILY

 SEE, dear, what thy lover brings; 
'Tis the flower with the white wings.
 
Buoyed upon the quiet stream 
In the spring it lay adream.
 

Homelike to bestow this guest, 
Lodge it, dear one, in thy breast; 
There its leaves the secret keep 
Of a wave both still and deep.
 

Child, beware the tarn-fed stream; 
Danger, danger, there to dream! 
Though the sprite pretends to sleep, 
And above the lilies peep.
 

Child, thy bosom is the stream; 
Danger, danger, there to dream! 
Though above the lilies peep, 
And the sprite pretends to sleep.

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