PART II.—POEMS ON SPECIAL FLOWERS. 
ADONIS’ COUCH. 
a silken couch of rosy pride, 
In midst of all, there lay a sleeping youth 
Of fondest beauty; fonder in fair sooth 
Than sighs could fathom, or contentment reach ; 
And coverlids gold-tinted like the peach, 
Or ripe October’s faded Marigolds, 
Fell sleek about him in a thousand folds— 
Not hiding up an Apollonian curve 
Of neck and shoulder, nor the tending swerve 
Of knee from knee, nor ankles pointing light; 
But rather giving them to the filled sight 
Officiously. Sideway his face reposed 
On one white arm, and tenderly unclosed, 
By tend’rest pressure, a faint damask mouth, 
To slumb’ry pout; just as the morning south 
Disparts a dew-lipped rose. Above his head 
Four Lily stalks did their wide honours wed 
To make a coronet; and round him grew 
All tendrils green, of every bloom and hue, 
