16 THE WINDOW-BOX

Please tidy my garden for sweet Cousin Bess,
I’ve planted potatoes and pansies and cress ;
She’ll water and gather. I only possess

A window-box full of geraniums.

O freckled and faithful! O Timothy Trot!

No more we shall manage the pinks in the plot ;

But keep in full bloom, just to brighten my lot,
A window-box full of geraniums.

I think you will cry to the roses and cloves,
I’m sure you will pardon the beaks of the doves,
I know you will bring what your favourite loves—

A window-box full of geraniums.