A Moonlight Garden 421 



Come ! — let us gladden their sad eves 



With all the kindlier colors of the field. 



So dame and damsel glitter' d at the feast 



Variously gay. . . . 



So dame and damsel cast the simple white, 



And glowing in all colors, the live grass, 



Rose-campion, King-cup, Bluebell, Poppy, glanced 



About the revels." 



Foxgloves in Lower Garden at Indian Hill. 



In the garden borders is a commonplace little 

 plant, gray of foliage, with small, drooping, closed 

 flowers of an indifferently dull tint, you would almost 

 wonder at its presence among its gay garden fellows. 

 Let us glance at it in the twilight, for it seems like 

 the twilight, a soft, shaded gray ; but the flowers have 

 already lifted their heads and opened their petals, 

 and they now seem like the twilight clouds of palest 



