The purple Emp'ror, strong in wing and limbs:
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There fair Camilla takes her flight serene,
Adonis blue, and Paphia, silver-queen;
With every filmy fly from mead or bower,
And hungry Sphinx, who threads the honey'd flower;
She o'er the Larkspur's bed, where sweets abound,
Views ev'ry bell, and hums th' approving sound;
Poised on her busy plumes, with feeling nice
She draws from every flower, nor tries a floret twice.