232 TEMPTATION. 
From yonder brake on rainbow wing, 
It soared with solemn flight, 
Two wings were pale as leaves in spring, 
Two like the poppy bright. 
^ Sweet flower ! Oh ! sweeter far,’ it said, 
^ Than Musk-rose of the dale ; 
Sweeter than Furze, or Thymy bed, 
On Orange-scented gale ! 
^ At early dawn, thy sapphire brood 
I passed (to roving given) 
And thought, in glassy wave, I viewed 
The smiling face of heaven. 
^ So beauteous, why stay here and sigh ? 
Oh, grant thy lover’s prayer ! 
With us gay wanderers of the sky, 
Come float in fields of air.’ 
Then with a pure etherial kiss. 
It press’d my leaves and fled; 
I sigh for liberty and bliss, 
Fix’d to my earthy bed.” 
