On unbent leaf, in fairy guise
Reflected in the water,
Beloved, admired by heart and eyes,
Stands Annie, Paxton’s daughter.
Accept a wish, my little maid,
Begotten at the minute,
That scenes so bright may never fade,
You still the fairy in it.
That all your life, nor care, nor grief
May load the winged hours
With weight to bend a lily’s leaf,
But all around be flowers.