FLORA AND THALIA. 27 



All the air is filled with sound, 

 Soft, and sultry, and profound ; 

 Murmurs through the shadowy grass 



Lightly stray; 

 Faint winds whisper, as they pass, 



Come away ! 

 Where the bee's deep music swells, 

 From the trembling fox-glove bells — 



Come away ! 



In the deep heart of the rose. 

 Now the crimson love-hue glows ; 

 Now the glow-worm's lamp, by night. 



Sheds a ray, 

 Dreary, starry, greenly bright, — 



Come away ! 

 Where the fairy cup-moss lies. 

 With the wild wood-strawberries. 



Come away ! 



MRS. HEMAXS, 



