Fair daughter of the lovely May
Thrice welcome on thy pinions gay!
Thou look’st among the leaf’d trees
A blossom sporting on the breeze
Then welcome little flutt’ring sprite
Thou fill’st my bosom with delight!
When thou leav’st thy silken cell
Amid the garden’s sweets to dwell,
Or seek’st the hawthorn in the grove,
’Tis thou that wak’st the soul to love!
Then welcome little flutt’ring sprite
Thou fill’st my bosom with delight!
At thy approach sweet child of spring
Swift fancy instant takes the wing
And leads me to her fairy bowers
Where ever bloom the fairest flowers!
Then welcome, welcome, pretty sprite
Thou fill’st my bosom with delight!
Sometimes o’er meads I take my flight
And sometimes scale the mountain’s height,
Or sporting on the dark green main
Seem one of Amphitrite’s train.
And still ’tis thou fair flutt’ring sprite
That fill’st my bosom with delight!
While o’er each dell thy light wings plying
While in each flow’rets cup thou’rt prying
Each motion doth my fancy move
To think thee Psyche seeking Love:
Be what thou wilt, sweet fairy sprite,
Thou fill’st my bosom with delight!
Crocus