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THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 219 
She who the orphan’s tear neglects, 
Flavia, the tragic muse affects, 
In sorrow with the heroine vies— 
Does Flavia feel, because she cries ! 
While love-lorn nymphs, whom vows deceive 
Unmoved, their roof paternal leave ; 
Passion for sentiment mistake, 
And doom a parent’s heart to break. 
My fancy, wandering, uncontrolled, 
Once to the river’s side I strolled, 
When to my mind these thoughts occurred. 
Wakened by plaintive sounds I heard. 
The breeze was gentle as my theme, 
And Cynthia mild as poet’s dream ; 
And hushed was every leafy spray, 
Save the sad subject of my lay. 
A Willow, bending o’er the flood, 
Her leaves just starting from the bud, 
Like bird of night, I heard complain, 
In moping melancholy strain. 
J 
