HAREBELL. 
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“ While the flowers that you fancy are crowding you there, 
“ Spring round you, delighted your converse to share: 
“ His flame-colour’d robe is imposing, ’t is true; 
“Yet, who likes it so well' as your mantle of blue? 
“For.we know that of innocence one is the vest; 
“The other the cloak of a treacherous breast. 
“I see your surprise — but I know him full well, 
“And have number’d his victims, as fading they fell: 
“He blighted twin Violets that under him lay, 
“ And poison’d a sister of mine the same day!” 
The Primrose was silent — The Harebell, ’t is said, 
Inclined for a moment her beautiful head ; 
But quickly recovered her spirits, and then 
Declared that she ne’er should feel envy again. 
