St met II I'd/ Chciractcnstics 



YiG. XX\"I. — Celeste 



There tlie Iris, timidly, 

 From its hood of dew. 

 To the wind that wanders by 

 Lifts an eye of blue. 



Ca-zrein: Poet, FoolandFaenes. 



I-'iG. XX\ II. DOROTHL.X 



