FLORAL POESV^. 
1G0 
Alas for the Lily ! she would not heed. 
But turned to the skies afar, 
And bared her breast to the trembling ray 
That shot from the rising Star ; 
The cloud came over the darkened sky. 
And over the waters wide : 
She looked in vain through the beating rain, 
And sank in the stormy tide. 
THE WATER-LILY. 
J. H. REYNOLDS. 
0 MELON-SCENTED lily ! 
0 water-queen of flowers ! 
When shall I see the silver waves 
Dancing around thee, like sweet slaves 
To Beauty in its bowers ; 
When shall I take an earthly part 
In honoring thy gjolden heart ? 
0 pretty rose autumnal ! 
0 fairy queen of trees ! 
When may I have thy gentle buds 
Adorned with their emerald studs. 
In their green palaces ; 
When see thy vernal velvet fall 
Under thy ruby coronal ? 
The sound of forest music 
The water-song of streams. 
Are become dim and strange to me 
As musings of old witchery ; 
