text:  Blushing he glides where'er she move; Her greeting can transport him; To every mead to deck his love The happy wild flowers court him! Sweet Hope--and tender Longing--ye The growth of Life's first Age of Gold; When the heart swelling seems to see The gates of heaven unfold! O Love the beautiful and brief! O prime Glory and verdure of life's summer time! * * * * * Browning o'er the pipes are simmering Dip this fairy rod within; If like glass the surface glimmering Then the casting may begin