

THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 5a 
ATT (NTIT DP YDONMTATO T VOrpe 
NIGHT-BLOOMING FLOWERS 
BY JULIET H. LEWIS. i| 
Farr buds! I’ve wander’d day by day | 
To this sequester’d spot, \| 
That I might catch your earliest smiles, 
And yet, you open not. | 
The morning mists are scattered now, i] 
No cloud is in the sky, 
The sun, like a benignant king, 
Smiles from his throne on high; 
While birds, in gushing melody, || 
Are offering homage up; i| 
And sister flowers, beneath his gaze, 
Ope wide each fragile cup. | 
Why shut you then your incense in, 
And hide your loveliness, 
As though no one might share your joy 
Beneath the sun’s caress ? | 
Now wake you, ’tis the sunset hour, | 
The day-king has gone down; i 
Yet still, above the mountain’s top, 
Is seen his brilliant crown; 
Awake you! if his gleaming gems, 
His bands of glittering gold, 
His glorious, life-like radiance 
Departing, you’d hehold. 




