SENSITIVE PLANT. 
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Then the pied wind-flowers, and the tulip tall, 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all— 
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s recess, 
Till they die of their own dear loveliness ! 
And the naiad-like lily of the vale, 
Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale, 
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen 
Through their pavilions of tender green; 
And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, 
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew 
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, 
It was felt like an odour within the sense ; 
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, 
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, 
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air 
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare ; 
And the wand-like lily, which lifted up, 
As a Msenad, its moonlight-coloured cup, 
Till the fiery star, which is its eye, 
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky; 
And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, 
The sweetest flower for scent that blows ! 
And all rare blossoms, from every clime, 
Grew in that garden in perfect prime. 
And on the stream whose inconstant bosom 
"Was prankt under boughs of embowering blossom, 
With golden and green light, slanting through 
Their heaven of many a tangled hue, 
L Z 
