What the Bee Is To the Floweret

What the bee is to the floweret, When he looks for honey-dew, Through the leaves that close embower it, That, my love, I'll be to you.

She. --

What the bank, with verdure glowing, Is to waves that wander near, Whispering kisses, while they're going, That I'll be to you, my dear.

She. --

But they say, the bee's a rover, Who will fly, when sweets are gone, And, when once the kiss is over, Faithless brooks will wander on.

He. --

Nay, if flowers will lose their looks If sunny banks will wear away, 'Tis but right that bees and brooks Should sip and kiss them, while they may.