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the fetter 'neath the flowers.
"Why does he gaze on me the while!"
The light, deluded Lily said.
The light, deluded Lily said.
Poor dreaming flower!—too soon beguiled,
She cast nor thought nor look elsewhere,
Else she had known the star but smiled
To see himself reflected there.
She cast nor thought nor look elsewhere,
Else she had known the star but smiled
To see himself reflected there.
THE FETTER 'NEATH THE FLOWERS,
Cupid flung his garland gaily
O'er a maid in seeming play;—
Sage Experience whisper'd daily,
"Break the chain, while yet you may!"
O'er a maid in seeming play;—
Sage Experience whisper'd daily,
"Break the chain, while yet you may!"
"Why?" she cried—"'tis but a toy,
Form'd of many a fragrant flower;
Let me still its bloom enjoy,—
I can break it any hour."
Form'd of many a fragrant flower;
Let me still its bloom enjoy,—
I can break it any hour."
