The violet with dark leaves, the crocus too,
That gave a warm tint to their flowing robes,
And marjoram sweet of Persia rear'd its head
To deck the verdant spot.— Anon.
The same.
There one reclined apart I saw, within the moon's pale light,
With bosom through her parted robe appearing snowy white:
Another danced, and floating free her garments in the breeze,
She seem'd as buoyant as the wave that leaps o'er summer seas;
While dusky shadows all around shrunk backward from the place,