24 THE FABLES OF FLORA. 



Deep ill her unfrequented bower, 

 Sweet Philomela poured her strain ; 



The bird of eve approved her flower, 

 And answered thus the anxious swain. 



Live unseen ! 

 By moonlight shades, in valleys green, 



Lovely flower, we'll live unseen. 

 Of our pleasures deem not lightly, 

 Laughing day may look more sprightly, 



But I love the modest mien. 



Still I love the modest mien 

 Of gen tie evningfair, and her star-trained queen. 



Didst thou, shepherd, never find, 

 Pleasure is of pensive kind? 

 Has thy cottage never known 

 That she loves to live alone? 

 Dost thou not at evening hour 

 Feel some soft and secret power. 



