tripping o'er the pearlywn,
the youthful, charming chloe.
the feather'd people you might see
perch'd all around on every tree,
in notes of sweetest melody
they hail the charming chloe;
till, painting gay the eastern skies,
the glorious sun began to rise,
outrival'd by the radiant eyes
of youthful, charming chloe.
lovely was she, c.