In tones caressing, pleading, shy,
The virgin rose implored:
The night is done, the sun is high,
And day once more restored
To virile life and light and love.
Be mine, oh, golden bee!
For ere the sun sinks from above,
I crave maturity.

With nectar sweet my bosom spills;
My fragrance is divine.
Oh, bee! Drown all your cares and ills
In love’s exciting wine.
Come gaze upon my verdant charms –
My petals fresh with dew;
Come rest within my silken arms –
I give myself to you!