My first the poet Cowper loved,
A creature soft and fleet;
To vote my second to valiant puss,
The long-tailed sages meet.
It calls to prayer; at dead of night
Rouses the city street;
And to the bridal train sends out
A greeting wild and sweet.
My whole would shine all dewy bright
In your golden hair, Bell, to-night.
Hare-bell.