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Floral Poetry. 
DREAMS AND FLOWERS WILL FADE. 
Y KNOW where the winged visions dwell 
^ That around the night-bed play; 
I know each herb and floweret’s bell, 
Where they hide their wings by day. 
Then hasten we, maid, 
To twine our braid, 
To-morrow the dreams and flowers, will fade. 
The image of love, that nightly flies 
To visit the bashful maid, 
Steals from the Jasmine-flower, that sighs 
Its soul, like her, in the shade. 
The dream of a future, happier hour 
That alights on misery’s brow,. 
Springs out of the silvery Almond-flower, 
That blooms on a leafless bough. 
Then hasten we, maid, 
To twine our braid, 
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will lade. 
The visions, that oft to worldly eyes 
The glitter of mines unfold, 
Inhabit the mountain-herb, that dyes 
The tooth of the fawn like gold. 
The phantom shapes—oh, touch not them— 
That appal the murderer’s sight, 
Lurk in the fleshly mandrake’s stem, 
That shrieks, when torn at night! 
Then hasten we, maid, 
To twine our braid, 
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade. 
T3TJ 
