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Dancing in glee, yet whispering in awe,
Like bashful maidens at some gorgeous fête,
Graced by a monarch's presence; aged Oaks
Grow young again at their stout, loyal hearts;
The stately brotherhood of mountain Pines
Give forth a solemn greeting, like a band
Of stern old monks, in sombre vestments clad.
Like Ganymedè, the Magnolia stands,
Graceful and fair; his silver chalice lifts,
Brimmed with night's nectar, to the thirsty god.
The garden Lilac, rich in purple bloom,
Scatters her royal largess far and wide;
And the warm bosom of the opening Rose
Pants out its odorous sighs to the "sweet south,"
That soft-plumed, low-voiced rover from afar,
Whose wings are heavy with the perfume stolen
From the cleft hearts of his forsaken loves.
The Mignonette breathes tenderly and deep,
The pure home-fragrance of a humble heart;
And even the tiny Violet can make
Her little circle sweet as love; the Vine,
Swaying in mid-air to the frolic wind,
Rains scented blossoms on the clover tufts,
And cheerful daisies, lighting up the grass.
The Robin and the Oriole awake
Like bashful maidens at some gorgeous fête,
Graced by a monarch's presence; aged Oaks
Grow young again at their stout, loyal hearts;
The stately brotherhood of mountain Pines
Give forth a solemn greeting, like a band
Of stern old monks, in sombre vestments clad.
Like Ganymedè, the Magnolia stands,
Graceful and fair; his silver chalice lifts,
Brimmed with night's nectar, to the thirsty god.
The garden Lilac, rich in purple bloom,
Scatters her royal largess far and wide;
And the warm bosom of the opening Rose
Pants out its odorous sighs to the "sweet south,"
That soft-plumed, low-voiced rover from afar,
Whose wings are heavy with the perfume stolen
From the cleft hearts of his forsaken loves.
The Mignonette breathes tenderly and deep,
The pure home-fragrance of a humble heart;
And even the tiny Violet can make
Her little circle sweet as love; the Vine,
Swaying in mid-air to the frolic wind,
Rains scented blossoms on the clover tufts,
And cheerful daisies, lighting up the grass.
The Robin and the Oriole awake
