FLORA AND THALIA. 113 



ON THE OPENED ROSE. 



Oh mark those smiling tears, that swell 

 The opened Rose ; from heaven they fell. 



And with the sunbeams blend ; 

 Blest visitations from above, 

 Such are the tender woes of love, 



Fostering the heart they bend.. 



S. T., COLERIDGE. 



ON THE SAME. 



Yon viewless wanderer of the vale, 

 The spirit of the western gale, 

 At morning's break, at evening's close, 

 Inhales the sweetness of the Rose ; 

 And hovers o'er the uninjured bloom, 

 Sighing back the soft perfume ; 

 Vigour to the zephyr's wing, 

 Her nectar-breathing kisses fting ; 

 And he the glitter of the dew, 

 Scatters on the Rose's hue. 

 Bashful, lo ! she bends her head, 

 And darts a blush of deeper red ! 



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