Part 4 — LINES ON A VASE OF FLOWERS,

(FOUND UPON MY DESK.)

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BY ESTELLE ANNA LEWIS.

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I came upon these simple flowers

As something I revere;

They grew in Love’s enchanted bowers—

And love hath placed them here.

I kiss their cheeks of virgin bloom,

I press their dewy lips,

While my wrapt soul of their perfume,

Inebriated sips.

I look into their violet eyes,

And feel my heart grow calm,

And fancy I’m in Paradise,

Inhaling Eden’s balm.

There in ecstatic dreams I rove

Among celestial bowers,

Weaving a garland for my Love,

Of beatific flowers.