Page:Felicia Hemans in The Amulet 1828.pdf/2



a lovely thought to mark the hours As they floated in light away, By the opening and the folding flowers That laugh to the summer's day.

Thus had each moment its own rich hue And its graceful cup or bell, In whose colour'd vase might sleep the dew, Like a pearl in an ocean-shell.

To such sweet signs might the time have flow'd    In a golden current on, Ere from the garden, man's first abode, The glorious guests were gone.