THE FLOWER AND THE FAIRY. 
I do wander every where, 
Swifter than the moone’s sphere, 
An(i I serve the Fairy Queen, 
To dew her orbs upon the green. 
SlIAKSPKAHE. 
And that same dew, which sometimes on the buds 
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, 
Stood now within the pretty flow’ret’s eyes. 
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. 
Ibid. 
A Fairy, whose task was to dwell upon earth, 
Watching the birth 
And height’ning the beauty of Summer Flowers, 
As the little buds oped to the dews and showens. 
Aweary grew 
Of each tint and hue 
That so long she had gazed on through days and hours. 
And the Fairy threw 
Around o’er the garden a wistful gaze. 
That rested on bower, and bank, and maze; 
And the Fairy sighed. 
And the flowers replied. 
In echoes of fragrance, that fanned along 
liike a butterfly’s wing or an elfin song. 
As the soft breath died 
Into stillness and calm o’er the garden wide, 
Q 
