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504. PERCY B. SHELLEY. 
The snow-drop, and then the violet, 
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet, 
And their breath was mixed with fresh odour, sent 
From the turf, like the voice and 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 pavilions 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 unveiled 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 Menad, its moonlight colored cup, 
Till the fiery star which is its eye, 
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky ; 
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