THE FAIRY'S SEARCH. 5^9 



There moaning winds, thro' leafy bowers. 

 Would softly sigh to answering flowers 

 And ceaseless requiems chaunt. 

 And this were fitting sight to see, 

 Sweet nature mourning o'er her dead. 

 Like a fond mother's tearful eye 

 Watching her offspring's bed. 



Sadly the Fairy gaz'd around 



On marble tomb and grassy mound, 



And sigh'd to think of all the Avoe 



That many living hearts would know 



For those who slept so calm below ! 



But peace again smil'd o'er her heart 



When she beheld a grave apart. 



So hallow'd by affection's light 



•Twas cheerful to the gazer's sight. 



The lowly bed was planted o'er 



With shrubs and flowers, 



So chosen that their own sweet lore. 



Their " mystic language " might disclose 



A touching tale— the pale white Rose 



Was there of sadness deep to tell, 



And Hyacinth, whose purple bell 



[s eloquent of sorrow ; 



And Violets of the azure hue, 



Which change not with the changing skies, 



And therefore are the emblems true 



Of faithfulness— Its fragrant sighs 



Sweet Rosemary breath'd around 



And, with its leaves of fadeless green, 



Spake of remembrance ;— there was found 



The graceful locust too, which gave 



