in a branch of willow hid
Sings the evening Caty-did:
From the lofty-locust bough
Feeding on a drop of dew,
In her suit of green arrayed
Hear her singing in the shade—
Caty-did, Caty-did, Caty-did!
While upon a leaf you tread,...
in a branch of willow hid While upon a leaf you tread,... |
Thou, born to sip the lake or spring, Did storms harass or foes perplex... |
The grandeur of this earthly round, Give me the stars, give me the skies, |
Where now these mingled ruins lie No more this dome, by tempests torn, |