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While Galium there, of pale and silver hue, And Epilobiums on the banks that grew, Form her soft couch; and as the Sylphs divide, With pliant arms, the still increasing tide, A thousand leaves along the stream unfold; Amid its waving swords, in flaming gold The Iris towers; and here the Arrowhead And water Crowfoot, more profusely spread Spangle the quiet current; higher there, As conscious of her claims, in beauty rare, Her rosy umbels rears the flow'ring Rush, While with reflected charms the waters blush. The naiad now, the year's fair goddess leads, Through richer pastures and more level meads Down to the sea; where even the briny sands Their product offer to her glowing hands;