THE ENCHANTED PLANTS. 207 
Forth from the glittering veil, behold, 
In insect trappings, green and gold, 
A faery figure sprung. 
Her wand a cowslip’s stamen seemed. 
And on her head like diamonds beamed 
A casque with dew-drops hung. 
Her silken pinions as she flew. 
Seemed by their size and purple nue. 
Spoils of the flowers she left: 
She soared aloft and touched mine ear, 
While I, half pleased, half dead with fear, 
Remained of speech bereft. 
Then first a small, melodious tone. 
Before to mortal wight unknown. 
Struck my enraptured sense ; 
Flora,” it murmured, “ grants thy prayer, 
L 9 ng have her treasures been thy care, 
Receive thy recompense.” 
This said, she vanished from my sight, 
And since, with ever new delight, 
I tend my fragrant hoards ; 
