If in loving, singing, night and day

We could trifle merrily life away,

Like atoms dancing in the beam,

Like day-flies skimming o'er the stream,

Or summer blossoms, born to sigh

Their sweetness out, and die—

How brilliant, thoughtless, side by side,

Thou and I could make our minutes glide!

No atoms ever glanced so bright,

No day-flies ever danced so light,

Nor summer blossoms mixt their sigh,

So close, as thou and I!