flora's rial. 143 
©ctober 24. 
PLANE TREE. — Grace. 
Here is a maid, 
With step superb, and hair’s long braid, 
And placid brow, and darkling glance, 
And feet as she sleeps, seem dreaming a dance. 
Her delicate lip like a rose-leaf is curled, 
And her eye like the star-flag above it unfurled! 
Pestus. 
(October 25. 
INDIAN PINK. — Always Lovely. 
She had a low, sweet brow, with fringed lakes 
Of an unfathomed darkness couched below; 
And, parted on that brow in clouded flakes, 
The darkling hair swept back with wavy flow, 
Rounding a head of such a shape as makes 
The old Greek marble with the goddess glow, 
ner nostril’s broaching arch might threaten storm, 
But love lay in her lips, all hushed and warm. 
Willis. 
