202 TO A KOSE. 
Thou flower of heavenly seed ! 
Emphatical delight! 
Thou, in whose leaves we read 
The soul of crimson light! 
That married art, indeed. 
And vow’d to Summer bright; 
And didst of Spring proceed; 
What tongue can paint thee right ? 
Ere thou art born on earth, 
The shepherds sing thy praise; 
The cities waken mirth. 
In hope of flowery days : 
Thou art the chiefest birth, 
That swelling Nature pays. 
To ransom Winter’s dearth. 
And Spring’s unkind delays. 
The pink and violet meet. 
The jasmine dwells in thee. 
The honey-suckle sweet. 
The jacinth budding free ; 
