THE AMARANTH. 
By the streams that ever flow, 
By the fragrant winds that blow 
O’er the Elysian flow’rs ; 
By the fragrant winds that dwell 
In yellow meads of Asphodel, 
Or amaranthine bow’rs. Popk. 
POETICAL AMARANTH. 
Immortal amaranth, a flower which once 
In paradise, fast by the tree of life. 
Began to bloom, but soon for man’s offence 
To heaven removed, where first it grew, there 
grows 
And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, 
And where the river of bliss through midst of 
heaven 
Rolls o’er Elysian flowers her amber stream ; 
With these that never fade, the spirits elect 
Bind their resplendent locks enwreathed with 
beams; 
Nowin loose garlands thick thrown off, the 
bright 
Pavement, that like a sea of jasper shone, 
Impurpled with celestial roses smiled. 
