OLD SAXON FLOWERS. 73 
OLD SAXON FLOWERS. 
The Lily on the water sleeping, 
Enwreath’d with pearl, and boss’d with gold, 
An emblem is, my love, of thee : 
But when she like a nymph is peeping, 
To watch her sister-buds unfold, 
White-shoulder’d on the flowery Lea, 
Gazing about in sweet amazement, 
Thy image, from the vine-clad casement, 
Seems looking out, my love, on me. 
No marvel that my heart became 
Attached to thee—in all around me 
I saw the likeness of thy face ; 
Within the Broom I spelt thy name, 
In every Blue-bell’d flower I found thee, 
In all fair things I could thee trace; 
No bud, nor bell, the stem adorning, 
Hung with the trembling gold of morning — 
The dew—but call’d up thy embrace. 
