LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC.
The bird becomes a dancing flame
In leaf and bower.
The forest trembles ; loves reclaim
Their own still hour.
So are the stars moved ; so the night
Puts off her robe.
So to his music breaks the light
O’er the pale globe.
The dawn is here, and on the sands
Where sun first flames,
I gather lilies from all lands
Of sad sweet names.
The Lesbian lily is of white
Stained through with blood, :
Swayed with the stream, a wayward light
Upon the flood.
The Spartan lily is of blue,
With green leaves fresh ;
Apollo glints his crimson through
The azure mesh.
The English lily is of white,
All white.and clean.
“There plays a tender flame of light
Her flowers between.
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