VII
PRESTO
QUICK-fingered Spring her wand choragic, A cherry branch, has waved in air; And swift by arts of natural magic The clustered cherry-blooms are there.
You 've seen the children in their pastime Plunge rods into a syrop thick, Three times or four, and at the last time Hold up in joy a candy-stick.
You 've seen a chemist, quick and curious, Observe a liquid saturate, And mark, when least the jar seemed furious, The crystal-flowers precipitate.
And now, of cherry-blooms creator Ere yet the woods and walks are green, Rose-fingered prestidigitator, Young chemic Spring at work you 've seen