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SPRING FLOWERS. 
=/1E snowdrop, and then the violet, 
Arose from the ground with warm rain 
. wet, 
And their breath was mix’d with fresh 
odour, sent 
From the turf, like the voice and the instrument. 

Then the pied wind flowers, and the tulip tall, 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all, 
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s recess, 
Till they die of their own dear loveliness. 
And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, 
Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, 
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen 
Through their pavilions of tender green ; 
And the hyacinth purple, and white and blue, 
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew 
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, 
- It was felt like an odour within the sense. 
SHELLEY. 
