FLORAL POESY. 
Then clouds again, but brightened with 
The rainbow’s colored line. 
Ay, this, this is the month for me ! 
I could not love a scene 
Where the blue sky was always blue, 
The green earth always green. 
TO BLOSSOMS. 
HERRICK. 
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree. 
Why do you fall so fast ? 
Your date is not so past; 
But you may stay here yet awhile. 
To blush and gently smile. 
And go at last. 
What, were ye born to be 
An hour or half’s delight. 
And so to bid good night ? 
’Twas pity Nature brought ye forth, 
Merely to show your worth. 
And lose you quite. 
But you are lovely leaves, where we 
May read how soon things have 
Their end, though ne’er so brave : 
And after they have shown their pride 
Like you awhile, they glide 
Into the grave. 
