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Ah, judge her gently who so deeply loved!
Her, who, in reason's spite, yet without crime,
Was in a trance of passion thus removed;
Delivered from the galling yoke of time
And these frail elements-to gather flowers
Of blissful quiet mid unfading bowers.

Yet tears to human suffering are due;
And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
Are mourned by man, and not by man alone,
As fondly he believes.-Upon the side

Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained)
A knot of spiry trees for ages grew

From out the tomb of him for whom she died;
And ever, when such stature they had gained
That Ilium's walls were subject to their view,
The trees' tall summits wither'd at the sight;

* A constant interchange of growth and blight!

* For the account of these long-lived trees, see Pliny's Natural History, Lib. 16. Cap. 44.

POEMS

OF THE FANCY.

TO THE DAISY. written in the year 1809.

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See Nola.

« Her divine skill taught me this,

That from every thing I saw
I could some instruction draw,
And raise pleasure to the height
Through the meanest object's sight.
By the murmur of a spring
Or the least bough's rustelling;
By a Daisy whose leaves spread
Shut when Titan goes to bed;
Or a shady bush or tree ;
She could more infuse in me
Than all Nature's beauties can

In some other wiser man."

G. WITHERS.

In youth from rock to rock I went,

From hill to hill, in discontent

Of pleasure high and turbulent,

Most pleased when most uneasy;

But now my own delights I make,—
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature's love partake
Of thee, sweet Daisy!

* His Muse.

When soothed a while by milder airs,
Thee Winter in the garland wears

That thinly shades his few grey hairs;
Spring cannot shun thee;

Whole summer fields are thine by right;
And Autumn, melancholy Wight!
Doth in thy crimson head delight
When rains are on thee.

In shoals and bands, a morrice train, Thou greet'st the Traveller in the lane; If welcom❜d once thou count'st it gain; Thou art not daunted,

Nor car'st if thou be set at naught:

And oft alone in nooks remote

We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.

Be Violets in their secret mews

The flowers the wanton Zephyrs choose; Proud be the Rose, with rains and dews.

Her head impearling ;

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