“And check the pow’rs of Night.”
X.
She spoke;—The nodding Poppy then,
Serene, made this reply:
“Proud flow’r, I envy not thy state,
“Nor coat of richest dye.
XI.
“What boast’st thou of his genial pow’r,
“Who slighted all thy charms;
“And, in thy beauty’s brightest noon,