ON THE TERRACE

On the terrace, a marvelous flower uncloses; It dances, it glances, it sways In a thousand bright ways: It reminds you of stars, yet of roses! Come see!

On the terrace, a lovely new blossom is showing; ’Tis twining, and shining, and oh, Did ever you hear or know Of a blossom with golden hair growing? Come see!

Were ever you told of a floweret, singing? With chatter, and pattering feet, And dowered with dimple sweet, With laughter like faery-bells ringing? Come see!