46 THE DANDELION. 



those of tlic daudclioii. 1 have oi'ten sccji, 

 in autumn, tlie air filled with them, now 

 sailing away into the woods, whither the 

 zephyrs carried them, or towards the ham- 

 let, where groups of merry children awaited 

 their arrival. 



Or down the vale, beneath the mountain brow 



Where giant beeches rear their ample pride, 

 And peaceful streamlets, scarcely heard to flow. 



Refresh the glens, their murmuring streams 

 divide. 

 When dashing, sparkling down the wild hill's side, 



They bid the vale with deepening verdure glow ; 

 Now, mid those ruin'd halls, the shades among, 



With eddying play, as sport the zephyrs by ; 

 Those ruin'd halls, that braved in ages gone. 



The storm or battle, woke the smile or sigh. 



Where erst in youth, with flowing vestments dight, 

 The merry dancers led the joyous round, 



When gilded by the pale moon's trembling light, 

 Each massive turret cast a gloom profound. 



