With all the sisterhood of song:
Bright tints by fairy hands were mix’d.
And Witchcraft etch’d the shades betwixt.
Delighted Flora smil’d and drew
The primrose pale, and violet blue.
A Naiad spreads the flake of snow,—[[38]]
White foams the glittering stream below.
“Give me the pallet,” Love demands,
And stretching forth his baby hands
Dip’d with nice touch his keenest shaft