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When this plaint had gone 
Wafting along o’er leaf and stem. 
Full many a flower 
Who deemed her own beauty a peerless gem. 
Began to lour. 
And sulkily shut up her leaves an hour 
Before the sun 
Had gone to his rest in his western bower. 
One sly little bud resolved to see 
What the tint of this elfin heaven might he; 
And when the Fay 
Spread her gossamer wings, to fly away 
For a transient glimpse of her home so bright, 
There clung to her foot a seedling light 
Of the Commeline-flower—and up they go 
(While marvelled the Fairy what pinched her so) 
Aloft, aloft! 
On pinions soft. 
The Fairy flew onward with strengthening sjjccd, 
And taking heed 
To be mute and still, and watchful, too. 
Went on the adventurous Commeline-seed. 
And when over them, clear, and bright, and high. 
Rose the dazzling canopied fairy sky. 
No longer wondered young Commeline 
That the azure of earth as dim was seen 
By their gentle and guardian elfin cpieen ; 
