AN UNDEFILED PARADISE 31 



And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, 

 Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, 

 Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air 

 The soul of her beauty and love lay bare ; 



And the wand-like lily, which lifted up, 

 As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup, 

 Till the fiery star, which is its eye, 

 Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky ; 



And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, 

 The sweetest flower for scent that blows ; 

 And all rare blossoms from every clime 

 Grew in that garden in perfect prime. 



And on the stream whose inconstant bosom 

 Was prank t under boughs of embowering blossom, 

 With golden and green light, slanting through 

 Their heaven of many a tangled hue, 



Broad water-lilies lay tremulously, 



And starry river-buds glimmered by, 



And around them the soft stream did glide and 



dance 

 With a motion of sweet sound and radiance. 



And the sinuous paths of lawn and moss, 

 Which led through the garden along and across, 

 Some open at once to the sun and the breeze, 

 Some lost among bowers of blossoming trees, 



