English poem
A CHARADE.
by Grace Greenwood (1823–1904)
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.