Good-night mother, earth’s dear angel, once more mother, sweet good-night!
ON PLUCKING A CROCUS.
Sweet Crocus! harbinger of spring,
Awake, with others sleeping,
How have I wrecked thy new-born life
And set thy parent weeping!
See! sad her weeping eyes upturning,
Adrip with love for thee,
And arms outstretched implore thy slayer