Mmm 
But oh! ye bowers— 
Ye valleys where the spring perpetual reigns, 
And myriad blossoms o’er the purple plains 
Exuberant showers— 
How fancy revels in your lovelier domains! 
All love the light; 
Yet, in ethereal beauty, too, arrayed, 
What flowers unnumbered spring within the shade, 
Till comes a blight— 
Comes unaware—and then incontinent they fade! 
And thus they bloom, 
And thus their lives ambrosial breathe away; 
Thus flourish too the lovely and the gay : 
And the same doom 
Youth, beauty, flower alike consigns to swift decay. 
