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Legends of olden times in Greece, When not a flower but had its tale; When spirits haunted each green oak; When voices spoke in every gale; When not a star shone in the sky Without its own love history. Amid its many songs was one That suited well with my sick mind. I sang it when the breath of flowers Came sweet upon the midnight wind.

LEADES AND CYDIPPE.

sat her in her twilight bower, A temple formed of leaf and flower; Rose and myrtle framed the roof, To a shower of April proof;