Why is the lily's cheek waxen with grief?
A brown-and-gold thief
Dived down to her core
And burgled her store.
Bowed with her sweetness she saw him depart,
But her soul was too pure to complain.
Dear, drop a kiss in her heart
And make the sweet lily all honey again.
Why does the fox-glove droop low, bell and leaf?
A silver-winged thief
Who delved in her pollen
With gold powder swollen
Fled in new blossoms her wealth to disburse
And left her not one yellow grain.
Sweet, blow a kiss in her purse
And fill the dear fox-glove with treasure again.