THE PIETRY OF FLOWERS. 
‘HE CAPT 

FROM THE GERMAN OF GOETHE. 
CAPTIVE. 
A Frowenr that’s wondrous fair, 1 know 
My bosom holds it dear ; 
To seek that flower I long to go, 
But am imprison’d here. 
?Tis no light grief ees me ; 
For in the days my steps were free, 
I had it alwavs near. 
Far round the tower I send mine eye 
The tower so steep and tall; 
But nowhere can the flower descry 
From this high castle wall ; 
And him who'll bring me my desire, 
Or be he knight, or be he ee 
My dearest friend I'll call 
ROSE. 
My blossoms near thee I disclose, 
And hear thy wretched i atc 
hou meanest me, no doubt, the rose 
Thou noble, Haplees kn ich 
A lofty mind in thee is seen, 
And in thy bosom reigns the queen 
Of flowers as is her right. 

on 
IVE AND THE FLOWERS, 


