Flower of Song 49 



O Flower-de-Luce, bloom on, and let the river 

 Linger to kiss thy feet! 



O Flower of song, bloom on, and make forever 

 The world more fair and sweet. 



Longfellow: Flower-de-Luce. 



When thou was full in spring, thou little sleepy thing. 

 The yellow Flags that broider'd thee would stand 

 Up to their chins in water, and full oft 

 We pulled them and the other shining flowers. 

 That are all gone to-day. 



Jean Ingelow: Song of Night Watches. 



The mellow moonlight, through the deep-blue gloom. 

 Did all along the dreamy chamber pass. 

 As though it were a little touched with awe 

 Of that pale lady, and what else it saw — 

 Rare flowers: narcissi; Irises, each crowned; 



All pinnacled in urns of carven bronze. 



Lord Lytton: A Vision. 



We drifted down, my love and I, 

 Beneath an azure April sky. 

 My Love and I, my Love and I, 

 Just at the hour of noon. 



