


I know how sofily bright,~ 
Steep’d in that tender light, 
The water-lilies tremble there e’en now: : 
Go to the pure strea 
And from its whisper 
Bring me those flowers to ¢ 
m’ 8 edge, 
8 
oe sedge 
ool my fever’d brow! 
Then, as in hope’s young days, 
Track 
thou the antique maze 
Of the rich garden to its grassy mound; 
There is a lone white rose, 
Shedding, in sndden snov 
VS, 
Its faint leaves o’er the emerald turf around 
Well knowe eee thou that fair tree— 
A murmur of the bee 
Dwells ever in the honey’d lime 
Bring me one pearly flower 
Of all its clustering shower—. 
For on that spot we fir 
above ; 
st reveal’d our love. 
Gather one woodbine bough, 
Then, from the lattice 
Of the Awe 
When t 
foe 
ered cottage which I bade thee mark, 
oy the hamlet last, 
Through dim wood-lanes we- pass’d, 
While dews were glancing to the glow-worm 
spark. 



