HOW smiling, how wondering, the cornflower's eyes, Looking at me joyously in flower-surprise, Glad as June's sunshine, bright as her skies. Let me have and hold you all the day through, Darling little comrade, blue as bluest blue, You're the sky's own sister, yet I can play with you; You're the sky's own sister, but you're better than a star, For you live right down here with me, and not so high and far. |