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For there is beauty in the cowslip bell

That must be sought for ere it can be spied, And her pure perfume must be known full well Before its goodness can be testified ;

And therefore do I give the flower to thee,

Thinking thee better than I know or see.

THE COWSLIP AND THE LARK.

My pretty lady cowslip! prim and shy,
Dress'd in the vernal garb of Roman bride,

I wish thee sometimes in a long road-side
My solitary dream to purify.

And thou, bold lark! thou shivering voice on high!
Invisible warbler of the blue expanse !

Why wilt thou not, my merry bird, advance,
And glad Winander with thy minstrelsy?
The fancy sweet of Persia feign'd the love
Of the voluptuous rose and nightingale.
And Kent flows on,-the merry lark above
And the meek cowslip bending in the vale ;—
What if there be mysterious love between

The brave bird of the sky and floweret of the green.

ON A BUNCH OF COWSLIPS,

GROWN NEAR THE WRAY, AND PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR BY A LADY.

SWEET stranger lady, of a southern land,
And hast thou ventured so far north away?

Has the soft magic of a lady's hand

Evoked thy slimness from the cold north clay?

Thy sister Primrose is a damsel bold

That will be found, mayhap before we seek ; Thou art a lady, coy, yet not so cold,

Tall and erect, though modest, yet not weak.

Thou art not lively in thy bashful mood,
But rather, like a sweet devoted Nun,

Fearing the guile of selfish solitude,

Content of many sisters to be one.

I cannot look upon thee, delicate plant,
Nor taste the gentleness of thy perfume,
And not conceive the living world too scant

To give thy beauties and thy meanings room.

What time the Fairies made their orbs of green,
And gave to every herb mysterious power,
Thou wert the chosen crest of Elfin Queen,
Her banner tall in battle's perilous hour.

When eve of May, and all its wizard spells,

Was aye succeeded by the glad May morn, The pendant Cowslip, with its silent bells,

Adorn'd the pole by village maidens borne.

When London yet was but a scatter'd town,
Dotting gay fields and garden with her towers,
And gravest cits, with a relaxing frown,

Let out their tripping girls to gather flowers.

Ah! surely it had been a lovely sight

To see them trooping, ere the sun was high, Back to their frugal homes with garlands dight Of Cowslips pale, in sweetness doom'd to die.

The ruddier daughters of the hamlet oft

With balls of Cowslips pelted one another,

Or heap'd the hay, so flowery, sweet, and soft,

With fragrant load some panting nymph to

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Maybe, these frolics of the antique age

Were all too rude, meek lady-flower, for thee: Methinks thy fittest doom, on holy page Of book devout, to fade in sanctity;

Where pious woman oft is wont to read,

And seeing thy pale relics, stops to pray, That, like the virgin daughter of the mead,

She may be sweet, and hallow'd in decay.

July 13, 1844.

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