56 THE POETRY 
Even now what affections the violet awakes! 
What loved little ae tw seen in thew 
lakes, 
Can the wild wat er-lily Tes 
What landscapes I read in the nee looks, 
And what pictures of pebbled and minnowy 
brooks, 
In the vetches that tangled their shore ! 
Earth’s cultureless buds, to my heart ye were 
dear, 
Ere the fever of passion, or ague of fear, 
Had scathed my existence s bloom ; 
Once i valer ome you more, in life’s pass 
coe to revisit my age, 
wish you to grow on my tomb. 


