I.
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprang to, Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Oh, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,---So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
II.
This is a heart the Queen leant on, Thrilled in a minute erratic, Ere the true bosom she bent on, Meet for love's regal dalmatic.<*1>
Oh, what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on---Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on!
* 1 A vestment used by ecclesiastics, and formerly * by senators and persons of high rank.
