SONOS AND CHORUS OF THE FLOWERS. 245 



We thread the earth in silence, 

 In silence build our bowers 

 And leaf by leaf in silence show, till we laugh 



a-top, sweet flowers. 

 The dear lumpish baby, 

 Humming with the May-bee, 

 Hails us with his bright star, stumbling through 



the grass ; 



The honey-dropping moon, 

 On a night in June, 

 Kisses our pale pathway leaves, that felt the 



bridegroom pass. 

 Age, the wither' d clinger, 

 On us mutely gazes, 

 And wraps the thought of his last bed in his 



childhood's daisies. 

 See (and scorn all duller 

 Taste) how heav'n loves color ; 

 How great Nature, clearly, joys in red and 



green ; 



What sweet thoughts she thinks 

 Of violets and pinks, 



And a thousand flushing hues, made solely to 

 be seen : " 

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