NOON AND NIGHT FLOWER
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Not any flower that blows But shining watch doth keep; Every swift changing chequered hour it knows Now to break forth in beauty; now to sleep. This for the roving bee Keeps open house, and this Stainless and clear is, that in darkness she May lure the moth to where her nectar is. Lovely beyond the rest Are these of all delight:— The tiny pimpernel that noon loves best, The primrose palely burning through the night. One 'neath day's burning sky With ruby decks her place, The other when Eve's chariot glideth by Lifts her dim torch to light that dreaming face.