He.-Nay, if flowers will lose their looks, If sunny banks will wear away, "Tis but right, that bees and brooks When Hys was sent with his urn to the fount, Should sip and kiss them while they may. Light rambled the boy over meadow and mount, |
He.-Nay, if flowers will lose their looks, If sunny banks will wear away, "Tis but right, that bees and brooks When Hys was sent with his urn to the fount, Should sip and kiss them while they may. Light rambled the boy over meadow and mount, |