flora’s albtim 
Rammculus. 
YOtr ARE RADIANT WITH CHARMS 
We met, ’t was in the merry dance, 
I only caught thine eye ; 
A look, a smile, a hurried word. 
And thou hadst floated by: 
But sweeter than an angel’s face. 
Or Houri’s smile at even. 
Or music on the moonlit tide. 
Was that one glimpse of heaven. 
We parted, and we never met 
Since on that festive scene; 
Yet still I see thy golden curls. 
And eye of blue serene. 
Thy snowy arm, and heaving bust. 
And form of wavy grace, — 
How oft, at twilight’s dreamy hour, 
That meeting I retrace! 
