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Floral Poetry. 
“GO TO THE FOREST SHADE.” 
,0 to the forest shade— 
Seek thou the well-known glade, 
Where, heavy with sweet dew, the Violets lie, 
Gleaming through moss-tufts deep, 
Like dark eyes filled with sleep, 
And bathed in hues of summer’s midnight sky. 
Bring me their buds, to shed 
Around my dying bed 
A breath of May, and of the wood’s repose; 
For I in sooth depart 
With a reluctant heart, 
That fain would linger where the bright sun glows. 
Fain would I stay with thee— 
Alas ! this may not be ; 
Yet bring me still the gifts of happier hours ! 
Go where the fountain’s breast 
Catches, in glassy rest, 
The dim green light that pours through Laurel bowers. 
I know how softly bright, 
Steeped in that tender light, 
The Water-lilies tremble there e’en now ; 
Go to the pure stream’s edge, 
And from its whispering sedge 
Bring me those flowers to cool my fevered brow ! 
Then, as in Hope’s young days, 
Track thou the antique maze 
Of the rich garden to its grassy mound ; 
There is a lone White Rose, 
Shedding, in sudden snows, 
Its faint leaves o’er the emerald turf around. 
