I know a maiden

I know a maiden like a flower,

(Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)

Sister to the wild rose

And the wild marguerite.

Petal-soft are the lips of her,

(Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)

And blue her eyes as the misty blue

Where the dew and bluebells meet.

Light her hands as the cherry blossom,

(Flower-sweet, dainty-sweet!)

And never so light the wind on the grass

As the lightness of her feet.