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FLOWER-FANTASIES.
(LOBELIA FULGENS—CARDINAL FLOWER.)
Can ye whose eyes now rest upon my page
Read souls in flowers?
Do ye delight to fancifully trace,
In the bright bowers
Of clustered blossoms that in gardens are,
Semblance of things as radiant and fair?
Ye should be "high fantastical," to feel,
With perfect zest,
All the fine subtle fancies, that like dreams
Softly invest
The thought and memory of each bright bud
That we do cull in forest, field, or flood.
Oh! there is music to the spirit's ear
In every sigh
Heaved by the roses bosom to the air
That winnows by;
And there is poetry in every leaf,
Whose blush speaks pleasure, or whose tears tell grief.
