THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 
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When from the myriads all around, 
The accustomed soft and silvery sound, 
Rose murmuring through the shade 
But chiefly I inclined my ear, 
A curious dialogue to hear 
Between two amorous flowers ; 
What woman but had done the same ? 
For each was talking of his flame, 
Just as we talk of ours. 
“ Let Tulip hear, and judge our cause, 
And we be guided by his laws,” 
A gallant Larkspur cried: 
“Done,” cried a Pink, with double crest, 
“ Which of us Silvia loves the best. 
Let Tulip now decide.” 
LARKSPUR. 
When Silvia, goddess of the groves, 
Enchanted through her garden roves, 
Soon as my tints she spies, 
