28 VOICE OF FLOWERS. 



Now with congees, and curtseys, they moved 



to the door, 

 But the White Poppy nodded ere parting was 



o er, 



For Night her last candle was snuffing away, 

 And Flora grew tired, though she begged them 



to stay ; 

 Exclaimed, &quot; all the watches and clocks were 



too fast, 

 And old Time fled in spite, lest her pleasure 



should last.&quot; 



Yet when the last guest went, with daugh 

 ter and wife, 

 She vowed she &quot; was never so glad in her 



life ;&quot; 

 Called out to her maids, who with weariness 



wept, 

 To &quot; wash all the glasses and cups ere they 



slept, 

 For Aurora, that pimp, with her broad staring 



eye, 

 Would be pleas d, in her house, some disorder 



to spy.&quot; 

 Then drank some pure honey-dew, fresh from 



the lawn, 

 And with Zephyrons hastened to sleep until 



dawn. 



