Cowslip Bud, So Early Peeping, Warm'D By April'S Hazard Hours; O'Er Thy Head Though Sunshine'S Creeping, Close The Threatening Tempest Lowers: Trembling Blossom, Let Me Bear Thee To A Better, Safer Home; Though A Fairer Blossom Wear Thee, Never Tempest There Shall Come: Mary'S Bonny Breast To Charm Thee, Bosom Soft As Down Can Be, Eyes Like Any Suns To Warm Thee, And Scores Of Sweets Unknown To Me;-- Ah! For Joys Thou'Lt There Be Meeting, In A Station So Divine, I Could Wish, What's Vain Repeating, Cowslip Bud, Thy Life Were Mine.