The autumn leaves should sigh thee to thy sleep; 
And the capricious April, coming on, 
Awake thee like a flower; and stars should keep 
A vigil o’er thee like Endymion; 
And thou for very gentleness shouldst weep 
As dews of the night’s quietness come down. 
Willis. 
Oh, come to the river’s rim, come with us there, 
Eor the White Water-Lily is wondrous fair, 
With her large broad leaves on the stream afloat, 
Each one a capacious fairy-boat. 
The swan among flowers! How stately ride 
Her snow-white leaves on the glittering tide! 
And the Dragon-fly gallantly stays to sip 
A kiss of dew from her goblet’s lip. 
Anon. 
The Lily on the water sleeping, 
Enwreathed with pearl, and bossed with gold, 
An emblem is, my love, of thee: 
But when she like a nymph is peeping, 
To watch her sister-buds unfold, 
White shouldered on the flowery lea, 
Gazing about in sweet amazement, 
Thy image, from the vine-clad casement, 
Seems looking out, my love, on me. 
Miller, 
Little streams have flowers a many, 
Beautiful and fair as any; 
Typha strong, and green bur reed, 
Willow herb with cotton seed, 
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