FLORA AND THALIA. 45 



But most I love thine azure braid, 

 When softer flowers are all decay'd, 



And thou appearest, 

 Stealing beneath the hedgerow shade. 

 Like joys that linger as they fade, 



Whose last are dearest. 



Thou art the flower of memory ; 

 The pensive soul recals in thee 



The year's past pleasures ; 

 And led by kindred thought will flee, 

 Till back to careless infancy 



The path she measures. 



Beneath autumnal breezes bleak, t 



So faintly fair so sadly meek, >.. 



I've seen thee bending ; 

 Pale as the pale blue veins that streak 

 Consumption's thin transparent cheek, 



With death hues blending. 



Tho shalt he sorrow's love and mine, 

 The violet and the eglantine. 



With spring are banished ; 

 In summer's beam the roses shine, 

 But T of thee my wreath will twine. 



When these are vanished. 



ASTON, 



