THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
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Forth from the glittering veil, behold, 
In insect trappings, green and gold, 
A faery figure sprung, 
Her wand a cowslip’s stamen seemed, 
And on her head like diamonds beamed 
A casque with dew-drops hung. 
Her silken pinions as she flew, 
Seemed by their size and purple hue, 
Spoils of the flower she left: 
She soared aloft and touched mine ear, 
While I, half pleased, half dead with fear, 
Remained of speech bereft. 
Then first a small, melodious tone, 
Before to mortal wight unknown, 
Struck my enraptured sense; 
Flora,” it murmured, u grants thy prayer, 
Long have her treasures been thy care, 
Receive thy recompense.” 
This said, she vanished from my sight. 
And since, with ever new delight, 
I tend my fragrant hoards ; 
