THE PCETRY OF FLOWERS. 433 
I gazed awhile, and felt as light and fre 
As though the fanning wings of Meets 
Had play’d upon my heels: I was light-hearted, 
And many pleasures to my vision started; 
So I straightway began to pluck a posy 
Of luxuries bright, milky, soft and rosy. 
A bush of May-flowers with the bees about them; 
Ah, sure no tasteful nook could be without them; 
And let a lush laburnum oversweep them 
And let long grass grow round the roots, to keep 
them 
Moist, cool and green; and shade the violets, 
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets. 
A filbert edge with wild-brier overtwined, 
And clumps of woodbine taking the soft wind 
Jpon their summer thrones; there too should be 
The me chequer of a youngling tree, 
That with a score of bright-green brethren shoota 
From the quaint mossiness of aged roots: 
Round which is heard a spring head of ¢lear 
waters, 
Prattling so wildly of its lovely daughters, 
‘lhe spreading blue-bells: it may haply mourn 
That such fair clusters should be rudely torn 
From their fresh beds, and scatter’d thoughtlessly 
By infant hands left ae the path to die: 
Open afresh your round of starry folds, 
Ye age eee 


n your golden lida, 




