68 POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
what wisdom is uttered by “ those green-robed senators 
of mighty woods.” Titania and her faiiy tiain may 
yet haunt many a bank 
“Whereon the wild thyme blows, 
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; 
Quite o’ercanopied with lush woodbine, 
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” 
The White Water-lily is the Queen of the Waves, 
and reigns sole sovereign over the streams ; and it was 
a species of Water-lily which the old Egyptians and 
ancient Indians worshiped—the most beautiful object 
that was held sacred in their superstitious creed—and 
one which we cannot look upon even now without 
feeling a delight mingled with reverence. No flower 
looks more lovely than this “Lady of the Lake,” rest¬ 
ing her crowned head on a green throne of velvet, and 
looking down into the depths of her own sky-reflecting 
realms, watching the dance, as her attendant water- 
nymphs keep time to the rocking of the ripples, and * 
the dreamy swaying of the trailing water-streams. 
Whether or not this Queen of the Waters retires to 
her own crystal dominions after sunset, and sleeps in 
her silver palace beneath the ripples, seems to be a 
