THB ENCHANTED PLANTS. 219 



She who the orphan's tear neglects, 

 Flavia, the tragic muse affects, 

 In sorrow with the heroine vies 

 Does Flavia feel, because she cries ! 



While love-lorn nymphs, whom vows deceive 

 Unmoved, their roof paternal leave ; 

 Passion for sentiment mistake, 

 And doom a parent's heart to break. 



My fancy, wandering, uncontrolled, 

 Once to the river's side I strolled, 

 When to my mind these thoughts occurred, 

 Wakened by plaintive sounds I heard. 



The breeze was gentle as my theme, 

 And Cynthia mild as poet's dream ; 

 And hushed was every leafy spray, 

 Save the sad subject of my lay. 



A Willow, bending o'er the flood, 

 Her leaves just starting from the bud, 

 Like bird of night, I heard complain, 

 In moping melancholy strain. 



