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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 2) 
The snow -drop, and then the violet, 
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet; 
And their breath was mix’d with fresh odour, sen’ 
From the turf, like the voice to the instrument. 
Then the pied wind-flowers, and the tulip tall, 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all— 
Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s recess, 
Till they die of their own dear loveliness! 
And the naiad-like lily of the vale, 
Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale. 
That the light of its tremulous bells is seen 
Through their pavilious of tender green; 
And the hyacinth, purple, and white, and blue, 
Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew 
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, 
It was felt like an odour within the sense; 
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, 
Which unveil’d the depth of her glowing breast, 
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air 
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare; 
And the wand-like lily, which lifted up, 
As a Meenad, its moonlight-colour’d cup, 
Till the fiery star, which is its eye, 
Gazed through vlear dew on the tender sky. 



