THE FABLES OF FLORA. 63 



" But kindly deeds with scorn repaid, 

 " No more by virtue need be done: 



** I now withdraw my dusky shade, 

 " And yield thee to thy darling sun.'* 



Fierce on the flower the scorching beam 

 With all its weight of glory fell ; 



The flower exulting caught the gleam. 

 And lent its leaves a bolder swell. 



Expanded by the searching fire. 

 The curling leaves the breast disclose; 



The mantling bloom was painted higher. 

 And every latent charm exposed. 



But when the sun was sliding low. 

 And evening came, with dews so cold; 



The wanton beauty ceased to biOw, 

 And sought her bending leaves to fold.. 



