FROM 'THE DRAGON-FLY'

Upon the heather sprinkled

With morning dew;

Upon the wild-rose bush;

Upon the shady trees;

Upon the hedges

Growing along the path;

Upon the modest and dainty

Daisy,

That droops its dreamy brow;

Upon the rye, like a green billow

Unrolled

By the winged caprice of the wind,

The dragon-fly gently rocks.

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