126 WILD FLOWERS. 
And O, that myrtle! how green it grew! 
With flowers as white as the pehrls of dew 
That shone beside: and the glorious rose 
Lay like a beauty in warm repose, 
Blushing in slumber. 
My home and haunt are in every leaf, 
Whose life is a summer day bright and brief,— 
I live in the depths of the tulip’s bower, 
I wear a wreath of the cistus flower, 
I drink the dew of the blue harebell, 
I know the breath of the violet well,— 
The white and the azure violet 
But I know not which is the sweetest yet,— 
I have kissed the cheek of the rose, 
I have watched the lily unclose, 
My silver mind is the almond tree, 
Who will come dwell with flower and me ? 
