Page:1808 Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne.pdf/91



in the meadows, the vales, and the bowers, While the leaves were bespangled with dew; And I cull'd in profusion the blossoms and flowers, Excelling in fragrance and hue.

The primrose of spring in the wreath I combin'd,   And the violet modest and pale; And there the wild roses and myrtles entwin'd,   With the lily which droops in the vale.

The harebell that smiles in the dingle I sought, Of the softest ethereal blue; And then to Celinda the garland I brought, While the buds were all shining in dew. "Oh! take the sweet flowers in their beauty," I said, "While yet they are lovely and gay; "For soon, my Celinda, their bloom will be fled, "Too early they wither away.

"This lily so gracefully languid and fair,   "Might have faded unseen in the grove; "Yet the balm of its odour was borne on the air,   "And it weeps in the wreath of my love.