I saw a flower-girl selling brightest flowers,1
To deck with summer joys autumnal hours ;2
With swiftest glance, light hand, and graceful speech,3
The damsel gave a rose or pink to each ;4
And where she came, there brighten’d many an eye ;5
As if her basket held a warmer sky.6
Ah ! ’twas not there, but lay within the breast ;7
The sunshine warming that is nature’s best.8