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24 THE POETY OF FLOWERS, | 
The plumed insects swift and free, ! Mose 
Like golden boats on a sunny sea, i 
Laden with light and odour, which pass The lig 
Over the gleam of the living grass ; Inyo 
The unseen clouds of the dew, which lie Bret sar 
Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high, And sna 
Then wander like spirits among the spheres. Vere 
Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears ; p 
The quivering vapours of dim noon-tide, Teen 
Which like a sea o’er the warm earth glide, Unga 
In which every socnd, and odour, and beam. Act 
Move, as reeds in a single stream ; The fh 
Cradle 
Each and all like ministering angels were 
For the sensitive plant Sweet joy to bear, 
Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by 
Like windless clouds o’er a tender sky. The 
"Wi 
And when evening descended from heaven a’sove, Ane 
And the earth was all rest, and the air was all Which to 
love, Was as ( 
And delight, though less bright, was far more 
deep, \ledy, { 
And the day’s veil fell from the world of sleep ; Those fc 
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And the beasts and the birds, and the insects to 
Were drown’d | ite ag 
In an ocean of dreams wi hout a sound; | 
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