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.