274 THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
Thin folds of tangled net-work break 
In airy waves adown her neck ; 
Warped in his loom, the spider spread 
The far-diverging rays of thread ; 
Then round and round with shuttle fine 
Inwrought the undulating line ; 
Scarce hides the woof her bosom's snow, 
One pearly nipple peeps below ; 
One rose-leaf forms her crimson vest. 
The loose edge crosses o*er her breast ; 
And one translucent fold, that fell 
From the tall lily's ample bell, 
Forms with sweet grace her snow-white train, 
Flows as she steps, and sweeps the plain ; 
Silence and Night enchanted gaze. 
And Hesper hides his vanquished rays ! 
Darwin. 
So where the humming-bird in Chili's bowers. 
On murmuring pinions, robs the pendent flowers ; 
Seeks, where fine pores their dulcet balm distil, 
And sucks the treasure with proboscis bill ; 
