


THE FOETRY OF FLOWERS, 
CUPID INSPIRING PLANTS WITH 
LOVE, 
BY DYER. 
Tremine with Nature’s lively hues, 
I bid thee welcome, genial Sprine. 
While fancy wakes her thousand lyres, 
And woods and vales responsive sing. 
She comes; lo! Winrer scowls away 3 
Harmonious forms start forth to view § 
Nymphs tripping light in circles gay, 
Deck’d in their robes of virgin hue. 
Then I, on am’rous sportings bent, 
Like a sly archer take my stand ; 
Wide through the world my shafts are sent 
And every creature owns my hand. 
First man, the lord of all below, 
A captive sinks beneath my dart; 
And lovely woman, made to glow, 
Yields the dominion of her heart. 
Through sea, and earth, and boundless aky, 
‘The fond subjection all must prove, 
Whether they swim the stream or fly, 
Mountain, or vale, or forest rove. 
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