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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
Tranks with bright blue the tissue wove Tl® 1 
Of verdant foliage; and above, lUran 
With milk-white flowers, whence soon shall swell OfW 
Rich fruitage, to the taste and smell Inin 
Pleasant alike, the strawberry weaves 
Its coronets of three-fold leaves, 
In mazes through the sloping wood. 
Nor wants there in her dreamy mood. 
What fancy’s sportiveness may think 
A cup, whence midnight elves might drink 
Delicious drops of nectar’d dew, 
While they their fairy sports pursue, I 
And roundelays by fount or rill— 
The streak’d and chequer’d daffodil. 1 
Nor wants there many a flower beside. 
On holt, and hill, and meadow pied ; i 
With pale green gloom the upright box. 
And woodland crowfoot’s golden locks ; 
And yellow cinquefoil’s hairy trail; 
And saxifrage with petal pale; 
And purple bilberry’s globelike head; 
And cranberry’8 bells of rosy red ; 
And creeping groundsel blue and bright; 
And cranesbill’s streaks of red and white, 
On purple with soft leaves of down, 
And golden tulip’s turban’d crown, 
Sweet scented on its bending stem; 
And bright-eyed star of Bethlenem ; 
With those, the firstlings of their kind, 
Which through the bosky thickets wind 
