She dwelleth in the Ground
She dwelleth in the Ground
Where Daffodils abide
Her Maker Her Metropolis
The Universe Her Maid
To fetch Her Grace and Hue
And Fairness and Renown
The Firmament’s To Pluck Her
And fetch Her Thee be mine
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