Tis a moon-tinted primrose, with a well br Of trembling dew; in its soft atmosphere, br A tiny whirlwind of sweet smells, doth swell br A lady bird; and when no sound is near br That elfin hermit fans the fairy bell br With glazen wings, (mirrors on which appear br Atoms of colours that flizz by unseen br And struts about his darling flower with pride. br But, if some buzzing gnat with pettish spleen br Come whining by, the insect ‘gins to hide br And folds its flimsy drapery between br His speckled buckler and soft silken side.