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I’ll entwine the gay Tulip, the Myrtle and May 
With a Rose that can tell, what the Tulip would say. 
When this bouquet of sweets I have sought and have found 
And with Tendrils of Woodbine encircled around 
I’ll present it to Psyche, my love to disclose. 
For sure there is “Love in the breath of the Rose 
And thy language fair Flora, all language excels, 
What no words can express, in sweet silence it tells ! 
Then sounds of soft music were heard in the grove 
Pan piping on Reeds to amuse little Love, 
Whilst Eolus gently stole down from the skies 
To give the guests pleasure and Flora surprise; 
With his harp, he conceal’d himself under the trees, 
Till discover’d by Zephyr, a whispering breeze: 
The god of the Winds was soon known to be there 
By the waving of bonnets and caps in the air ! 
A mark of respect the plants never forget, 
They bow at his presence whenever he’s met. 
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