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FLOWER-FANTASIES. 
(lobelia EULGENS-CAKDINAL FLOWER.) 
Can ye whose eyes now rest upon my page 
Read souls in flowers ? 
Do ye delight to fancihilly trace, 
In the bright bowers 
Of clustered blossoms that in gardens are. 
Semblance of things as radiant and fair ? 
Ye should be “ high fantastical,” to feel. 
With perfect zest, 
All the fine subtle fancies, that like dreams 
Softly invest 
The thought and memory of each bright hud 
That we do cull in forest, field, or flood. 
Oh! there is music to the spirit’s ear 
In every sigh 
Heaved by the rose’s bosom to the air 
That winnows by; 
And there is poetry in every leaf. 
Whose blush speaks pleasure, or whose tears tell grief. 
