128 FLORAL FORTCHE-TELLRR. 
WATEB-LILY. 
A realm of pleasance, many a mound. 
And many a shadow-chequered lawn 
Full of the city’s stilly sound. 
Tennyson. 
A broad canal 
From the main river sluiced, where all 
The sloping of the moonlit sward 
Is damask work, and deep inlay 
Of braided blooms unmown, which creep 
Adown to where the waters sleep ; 
A goodly place! 
Tennyson. 
