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POETICAL LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS. 
nymph which each secretly adored. Love stood by 
unperceived, and listened; and his immortal heart 
glowed within him while he heard one of them sing 
the praises of Psyche—the bashful, the beautiful; 
Psyche, the milk-handed—the star-eyed—the shy 
fawn ; which but the sound of a footstep frightened 
away,—the nymph whose motions were more graceful 
than the flowers of the Acacia, that drooped and swung 
in the breeze,—who never spoke but what the very air 
seemed to hold in its breath, as if to listen to the music 
of her sweet voice,—who never appeared but the flocks 
left off grazing to look upon her,—nor ever moved with¬ 
out the flowers bending their heads as if to follow her; 
Psyche, on whose head the timid butterflies alighted, 
around whose parted lips the bees flew murmuring, as 
if they wanted lo deposit the honey which they bore 
to the rich stores that were hidden wflthin them • 
Psyche, who garlanded the ivory of her neck with the 
trailing flowers of the Pea-blossom, until the parted 
buds flew back from her shoulders like wings, as she 
ran along, followed by the butterflies, wdien they went j 
out to play together. Love leant upon his bow enrap¬ 
tured, and resolved within himself that he would And 
out where this beautiful flower of Arcadia concealed 
