DIAL OF FLOWERS. 
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But conscious of the earliest beam, 
She rises from her humid nest, 
And sees reflected in the stream 
The virgin whiteness of her breast. 
Till the bright Daystar to the west 
Declines, in Ocean’s surge to lave ; 
Then, folded in her modest vest, 
She slumbers on the rocking wave. 
See Hieracium’s various tribe, 
Of plumy seed and radiate flowers. 
The course of lime their blooms describe, 
And wake or sleep appointed hours. 
Broad o’er its imbricated cup 
The Goatsbeard spreads its golden rays, 
But shuts its cautious petals up, 
Retreating from the noontide blaze. 
Pale as a pensive cloistered nun, 
The Bethlem Star her face unveils, 
When o’er the mountain peers the Sun, 
But shades it from the vesper gales. 
Among the loose and arid sands 
The humble Arenaria creeps ; 
Slowly the Purple Star expands, 
But soon within its calyx sleeps. 
