FLORA AND THALIA. 173 



THE SUNFLOWER. 



Who can unpitying see the flow'ry race 



Shed by the moon their new flush'd bloom resign 



Before the parching beam] So fades the face, 



When fevers revel through their azure veins, 



But one the lofty follower of the sun, 



Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, 



Drooping all night, and when he warm returns 



Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray. 



THOMSOX. 



THE SNOWDROP. 



Already now the snowdrop dares appear, 

 The first pale blossom of th' unripen'd year ; 

 As Flora's breath, by some transforming power, 

 Had chang'd an icicle into a flower, 

 Its name and hue the scentless plant retains, 

 And winter lingers in its icy veins. 



BARBAULD. 



