32 THE DELIGHTS OF GARDENS 



Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells 

 As fair as the fabulous asphodels, 

 And floAvrets which drooping as day drooped too 

 Fell into pavilions, white, purple, and blue, 

 To roof the glow-worm from the evening dew. 



And from this undefiled Paradise 

 The flowers (as an infant's awakening eyes 

 Smile on its mother, whose singing sweet 

 Can first lull, and at last must awaken it), 



When Heaven's blithe winds had unfolded them, 

 As mine-lamps enkindle a hidden gem, 

 Shone smiling to Heaven, and every one 

 Shared joy in the light of the gentle sun ; 



For each one was interpenetrated 

 With the light and the odour its neighbour shed, 

 Like young lovers whom youth and love make dear 

 Wrapped and filled by their mutual atmosphere. 



PEBCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. 



THE SUN-DIAL 



(From " The Old Benchers of the Inner Temple ") 



WHAT a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous 

 embowelments of lead and brass, its pert or solemn 

 dulness of communication, compared witli the simple 

 altar-like structure, and silent heart language of the 

 old dial ! It stood as the garden god of Christian 

 gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished ? 



