Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
Velvet people from Vevay
Balles from some lost summer day
Bees exclusive Coterie
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with Emerald
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so lustrous meek
Never such an Ambuscade
As of briar and leaf displayed
For my little damask maid

I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter"
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee