THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 10 
ELOWER FANTASIES. 
BY LOUISA ANN TWAMLEY. 
Ou! there is music to the spirit’s ear 
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In every sigh 
Heaved by the rose’s bosom to the air 
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That winnows by ; 
And there is poetry in every leaf, 
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Whose blush speaks pleasure, or whose tears tell 
grief, 
There is romance in every stem that bends 
In motion soft 
Beneath the wind that rustles in the tall 
Tree-tope aloft, 
And ’mid their branches whistlingly doth blow, 
While it but fans the flowei's that sleep below 
We know they sleep; at eve the Daisy small 
Foldeth all up 
Her blush-tipp’d rays; and the wave’s empress* 
shuts 
Her star-lit cup; 
And each fair flower, though some with open ey 
‘dstens and yields to nature’s lullaby. 





