128 flora’s dial. 
September 22. 
COWSLIP. — Pensiveness. 
Full many a glorious morning have I seen 
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, 
Kissing with golden face the meadows green, 
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy, — 
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride 
With ugly rack on his celestial face, 
And from the forlorn world his visage hide, 
Stealing unseen to west, with this disgrace : 
Even so my sun, one early mom did shine, 
But out ! alack ! he was but one hour mine ! 
Shakspeare. 
September 23. 
ITT SPRIG. — Longings. 
Would I were with thee when the day is breaking, 
And when the moon hath lit the lone sea ; — 
Or when in crowds, some careless note awaking, 
Speaks to thy heart in memory of me. 
In joy or pain, by sea or shore, 
Would I were with thee evermore ! Anon. 
