Rosy Maiden Winifred

Rosy maiden Winifred,

With a milkpail on her head,

Tripping through the corn,

While the dew lies on the wheat

In the sunny morn.

Scarlet shepherd's-weatherglass

Spreads wide open at her feet

As they pass;

Cornflowers give their almond smell

While she brushes by,

And a lark sings from the sky

"All is well."