I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;Will you rest upon my little bed?” I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
O no, no! “for I’ve often heard it said,They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”
You’re witty and you’re wise!How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.
“I thank you, gentle sir,for what you’re pleased to say,And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”
Come hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”