WILD FLOWERS. 31 
Ladies! what can match the brightness 
Of that fair flower’s perfect whiteness? 
Tender flowers ! tender flowers! 
Fresh and dripping wet! 
Tears of morning’s earliest showers 
On their faces yet; 
Bursting bud, and fuller blossom, 
Tender flowers for lady’s bosom! 
Here have 1 lain all day in this green nook, 
Shaded by larch and hornbeam, ash and yew; 
A living well and runnel at my feet, 
And wild flowers, dancing to some delicate air, 
An urn-topped column and its ivy wreath 
Skirting my sight as thus I lie and look 
Upon the blue, unchanging, sacred skies. 
