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POETRY OP FLOWERS. 
Locked in tlic twilight of depending boughs. 
Where night and day commingle, she doth shoot 
Where nightingales repeat their marriage vows; 
First by retiring wins our curious foot, 
Then charms us by her loveliness to suit 
Our contemplation to her lonely lot; 
Her gloom, leaf, blossom, fragrance, form dispute 
Which shall attract most bclgards to the spot, 
And loveliest her array who fain would rest unsought. 
Her gloom, the aisle of heavenly solitude ; 
Tier flower, the vestal nun who there abideth; 
Her breath, that of celestials meekly wooed 
From heaven; her leaf the holy veil which hideth 
Her form, the shrine where purity resideth; 
Spring’s darling, Nature’s pride, the Sylvan’s 
queen— 
To her, at eve, enamoured Zephyr glideth ; 
Trembling, she bids him waft aside her screen, 
And to his kisses wakes—the Flora of the scene. 
WlFFEN. 
WILD FLOWERS. 
i. 
Ye Field Flowers! the gardens eclipse you, ’tis true, 
Yet wildings of nature, I doat upon you, 
For ye waft me to summers of old, 
