Flower of Song 45 



The first course thus serv'd next follow'd on 

 The faiere nobles, ushering Oberon, 

 Their mighty king, a prince of subtill powre, 

 Cladd in a sute of speckled gilliflowre, 



His cloake was of the velvet flowers, and lynde 

 With Flowre-de-lices of the choicest kinde. 



Wm. Browne: Britannia 1 s Pastorals. 



I am the light fantastic queen of flowers; 



I weave the silken fringe that, as a vest, 



Mantles the Fleur-de-lis in glossy down, 



I scatter gold spots on its open breast, 



And lift in slender points of dew its crown. 



I am the light fantastic queen of flowers, 



My bed is in the bosom of a rose 



And there I sweetly dream the moonlight hours, 



While vermiel curtains round my pillows close. 



Percival: The Queen of Flowers. 



My spaniel, prettiest of his race, 

 ***** 



Now wantoned lost in Flags and reeds, 

 Now starting into sight, 

 Pursued the swallow o'er the meads, 

 With scarce a lower flight. 



Cow per: Dog and Water Lily. 



