Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 14 1825.pdf/17



from the woods with the citron-flowers, Come with your lyres for the festal hours, Maids of bright Scio!—They came, and the breeze Bore their sweet songs o'er the Grecian seas; They came, and Eudora stood robed and crown'd. The Bride of the Morn, with her train around. Jewels flash'd out from her braided hair, Like starry dews midst the roses there; Pearls on her bosom quivering shone, Heaved by her heart through its golden zone;