02 CROCUS. 



'T was so : in vain I sought thee 



Within my garden-bower; 

 And from the fields I brought thee, — 



Pale autumn's faithful flower. 

 Spring flowers, Hke fortune's Hghtness, 



With calm skies pass away : 

 But this reveals its brightness 



'Mid silence and decay ; 

 Like thy pure steadfast spirit, strong in sorrow's darkest 



day. 



♦/ 



