146 FLORA AND THALIA. 



He sings on the laburnum trees, 



Amid the twilight dim, 

 And Araby ne'er gave the breeze 



Such scents as thou to him. 



Rich is the pink, the lilly gay, 



The rose is summer's guest ; 

 Blind are thy charms when these decay — 



Of flowers, first, last, and best ! 

 There may be gaudier on the bower, 



And statelier on the tree ; 

 But, wall-flower, loved wall-flower; 



Thou art the flower for me ! 



DAVID MACBETH MOIR. 



