FLOWER-FANTASIES. (LOBELIA FULGENS CARDINAL FLOWER.) CAN ye whose eyes now rest upon my page Do ye delight to fancifully trace, In the bright bowers Of clustered blossoms that in gardens are, Ye should be " high fantastical," to feel, All the fine subtle fancies, that like dreams 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 rose's bosom to the air That winnows by; And there is poetry in every leaf, Whose blush speaks pleasure, or whose tears tell grief. |