Hither haste

Hither haste, and gently strew

His velvet path with odorous dew

Which slept on roses cheeks a night;

Stud the turf with the golden flower

In which the glowworm builds its bower,

And gladdens with its tender light.

Sprinkle here the twinkling shower

On each perfume-stifled flower.

Hither haste, and gently fling

All the opening buds of spring;

And, if a drooping leaf appear,

Tinge it with this coloured roll

Which I from the rainbow stole,

And hang a spangle on its ear.

Sprinkle here the twinkling shower

On each perfume-stifled flower.

Hither haste with daffodils,

That court the glass of gliding rills,

And violets with their blue veils o'er,

And the king-cup, in whose bell

The thief of honey loves to dwell,

And paints it with his yellow store.

Sprinkle here the twinkling shower,

On each perfume-stifled flower.