THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 10 
SLOWER FANTASIES. 
BY LOUISA ANN TWAMLEY. 
Oh ! there is music to the spirit’s ear 
In every sigh 
Heaved by the rose’s bosom to the air 
That winnows by; 
And there is poetry in every leaf, 
Whose blush speaks pleasure, or whose tears tell 
grief, 
There is romance in every stem that bends 
In motion soft 
Beneath the wind that rustles in the tall 
Tree-tops aloft, 
And ’mid their branches whistlingly doth blow, 
While it but fans the flowers that sleep below 
We know they sleep; at eve the Daisy small 
Foldeth all up 
Her blush-tipp’d rays; and the wave’s empress* 
shuts 
Her star-lit cup: 
And each fair flower, though some with open eye, 
Listens and yields to nature’s lullaby. 
• The Water Lily. 
