I see the sky blush, I see the clouds dark, I see the glimmering lake, the willow tree, And the boughs gently bowing their heads in the park, Come, sit, O Pansy, with me.

I see the white boats on the rippling tide, The birds on the wing, the waves in a dance; And the sunlight streaming, scattering far and wide, Come, sit, O Pansy, perchance.

I see the wild roses and violets bloom, The hum of the bees, the songs in the air; And I sigh for the peace of the sylvan gloom, Come, sit, O Pansy, and share.

I see the green hills, the valleys so fair, I see the pine trees standing like spires; And I feel such a longing—O can you compare Come, sit, O Pansy, my desires?

• William Wordsworth