FLORA AND THALIA. 41> 



ON THE SAME. 



Alas ! on thy forsaken stem 



My heart shall long recline, 

 And mourn the transitory gem, 



And make the story mine ! 

 So on my joyless winter hour 

 Has oped some fair and fragrant flower, 



With smile as soft as thine. 



Like thee the vision came and went, 

 Like thee it bloomed and fell ; 



In momentary pity sent. 

 Of fairy climes to tell ; 



So frail its form, so short its stay. 



That nought the lingering heart could say, 

 But hail, and fare thee well ! 



