Kitty and I

The gentle wind that waves

The green boughs here and there,

Is showing how my hand

Waved Kitty’s finer hair.

The Bee, when all its joints

Are clinging to a Blossom,

Is showing how I clung

To Kitty’s softer bosom.

The Rill, when his sweet voice

Is hushed by water-cresses,

Is Kitty’s sweeter voice

Subdued by my long kisses.

Those little stars that shine

So happy in the skies,

Are those sweet babes I saw,

Whose heaven was Kitty’s eyes.

The Moon, that casts her beam

Upon the hill’s dark crest,

Is Kitty’s whiter arm

Across my hairy breast.

The hazel nuts, when paired

Unseen beneath the boughs,

Are Kitty and myself,

Whenever chance allows.