
60: POETRY OF 
That tinges their forms of chameleon hue 
With emerald, ruby, amber, blue. 
You’d fancy a rainbow’s painted dome 
A fitting home 
For creatures so airy, so light, so gay, 
As the dragon-flies all in the breeze to play, 
And poised on the tips 
Of their tiny feet, 
They steal from our lips 
A kiss so fleet 
That ere our delicate heads are tost, 
In feigned anger, the thief is lost, 
Gone—flitting along o’er moor and lea 
Where the thistle-down sails so airily. 
How soft in the gloaming 
Our melody floats, 
When night-winds are roaming 
And wasting our notes 
Around and about in cadence sweet! 
Oft when this breezy strain ye meet, 
Ye gaze around, 
Chasing the sound, 
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