Down the dimpled greensward dancing,
  Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,—
Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing,
  Love’s irregular little levy.

Rows of liquid eyes in laughter,
  How they glimmer, how they quiver!
Sparkling one another after,
  Like bright ripples on a river.

Tipsy band of rubious faces,
  Flushed with Joy’s...