



\@4 THE PCETRY OF FLOWERS, 
And virgin’s-bower, trailing airily ; 
With others of the sisterhood. Hard by, 
Stood serene Cupids watching silentiy. 
One, kneeling to a lyre, touched the striags, 
Muffling to death the pathos with his wings; 
And, ever and anon, uprose to look 
At the youth’s slumber; while another took 
A willow bough, distilling odorous dew, 
And shook it on his har ; another dew 
In through the woven roof, and fluttering wise, 
Rain’d violets upon his slneping eyes 

