36 WILD FLOWERS. 
Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves, 
Guess where the jaunty streams refresh themselves, 
I gazed awhile, and felt as light, and free 
As though the fanning wings of Mercury 
Had played upon my heels: I was light hearted, 
And many pleasures to my vision, started; 
So I straightway began to pluck a posy 
Of luxuries bright, milky, soft and rosy. 
A bush of May-flowers with the bees about them; 
Ah, sure no tasteful nook could be without them; 
And let a lush laburnum oversweep them, 
And let long grass grow round the roots, to keep 
them 
Moist, cool and green; and shade the violets, 
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. 
A filbert-hedge with wild-brier overtwined, 
And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind 
Upon their summer thrones; there too should be 
The frequent chequer of a youngling tree, 
That with a score of light green brethren shoots 
From the quaint mossiness of aged roots: 
